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By Sgt. AL MINE
YANK Staff Correspondent
ERSiAN G U L F SERVICE C O M M A N D — "Saikiss
Shahijanian, Adranik Markarian, Ahmas
i Khamnai, Koochek Hussain Memtaza. Aram
Khatchikian, Nickolai Boodaghian. Abbas Ra-
sooli,"' the sergeant yelled.
S/Sgt. Forest Neely of Columbia, Ind., wasn't
reeling off the cast of characters in a Saroyan
story. He was just calling the roll of native
Iranian truck drivers who are learning to navi-
gate the important United Nations overland mo-
tor route from the Persian Gulf to Russia.
It's quite a road, the Road to Russia. In the
winter there is driving snow and treacherous
ice. Sudden' rains in spring wash out whole
sections of roadbed. And in the summer and fall
there is dust.
Starting out, before the dust gets too thick,
we get a glimpse or two of Eastern atmosphere
—an Arab with a hooded hawk on his wrist,
some old ruins. But soon dust has engulfed t h e
convoy, clinging to trailer tarps and truck fen-
ders, settling so thick that, even after a mile of
good black-top roadbed, there's still a stifling
cloud behind us.
This is the U. S. Motor Transport Service's
main supply line to Russia. Quartermaster Corps
units, white and Negro, drive the loaded trucks
northward and bring back the empty ones. They
have been making the trip for many months:
some of the drivers were in the very fiist convoy
when the going was toughest. Supplementing
these Army units now are native drivers, trained
by the MTS at special schools.
Riding with Sgt. Rufus Johnson of Athens,
Ga., who belongs to a Negro QM unit, you real-
ize with a sudden crack on the head that desert
travel isn't smooth. What looks like a stretch
flat enough to rival Daytona Speedway turns out
to be full of hidden ruts and bumps. Even John-
son, with the steering wheel for an anchor,
scrapes his noggin. "This bouncin' and jumpin'
is about to get m e down," Rufus says.
After endless dust, heat and shaking, we got
a break for lunch at a Motor Transport Service
installation. Trucks are fueled up here and
checked by Ordnance mechanics. Drivers take
a stretch, wash the dust off their mess kits, and
down the chow they've been looking forward
to since their before-dawn breakfast.
Lunch is goo'd-humored but not leisurely. The
boys want to get rolling again toward dinner
and bed.
"Gas up 'at old P-40 of mine, man." shouts
Pvt. Willy Hoover of Panama City, Fla., to the
mechanic. "I'm flyin' low this afternoon."
Willy's in the same convoy as Sgt. Johnson,
only a little farther back and getting a little
more dust. Sometimes, when a curve permits,
we see the third or fourth truck ahead looking as
small as a jeep, with a tail of cotton-thick dust
waving behind it.
Like most drivers, Willy's forgotten what a
day off means. It's up in the morning and roll
your trip. Sleep here one night, another place
the next. The driver's home is a musette bag,
a couple of blankets and his mess kit. When
enough native drivers have been trained, they'll
run regular schedules with days on and days
off. But war doesn't wait for anyone and sup-
plies to Russia must go through.
We stay tonight at an MTS station. It's a tent
camp; native laborers are constructing more
permanent quarters. One of the lads who is
supervising the work is Pfc. Nockie Sims of
New Augusta, Miss., who shares our chow.
Nockie's from the district engineer's office, and
he's only slightly less transient than the drivers.
As soon as his job here is finished, he'll be on
his way to another spot where they need an in-
strument man to help lay out a camp.
Sometime before daylight we're shaken out
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YANK The Army Weekly • JULY 2 3
of our sleep to grab a bite of chow. Willy and
Rufus are rolling back toward their starting
point, driving empties. The loaded trucks, r e -
checked overnight by Ordnance, roll northward
with new drivers.
On this next stretch—the toughest of the e n -
tire road—the truck is handled by a native driver,
Nadjaf Paidar Towhair, an Isfahan boy who's
been trained by Sgt. Neely and Sgt. Paul Sayre
of Pomeroy, Ohio, at a Motor Transport Service
school. This is his first trick on a regular con-
voy, and he's as nervous as a bride.
Nadjaf tries carefully to remember everything
he learned at drivers' school. You try to r e -
member everything you learned at Sunday
School. Nadjaf does all right in spite of occa-
sional difficulties with bumpy roads and shift-
ing gears. He knows only two gears, first and
second, but he knows them well.
Patrolling the road are members of the Iran-
ian Rural Constabulary, decked out in natty
blue uniforms. These military-looking gents
have been trained by Col. Norman H. Schwartz-
kopf, former head of the New Jersey State Po-
lice, who had charge of the Lindbergh baby-
kidnaping investigation, and their gorgeous
dress reminds you of the troopers who used to
police the stretch between Newark and Trenton.
At the change-over point the native drivers
turn back, and Pfc. Alan Black, a Negro boy
from Jasper, Ala., takes over this truck. He used
to drive for Alabama Highway Express and
would sell out right now for a roadside spot
where a trucker can get a hamburger and a
juke-box version of "In the Mood."
Around a bend we come upon a tribe of n o -
Gl mopping his brow i* Sgt. Jerry Mantel, who, with a swing team, «nt«rfains toldiers en Gwodaicanal.
Stretcher fieorers Con Also Carry a Swing Tune
UADALCANAL—When the fighting ended in
G these parts, a hospital outfit's band turned
from stretcher bearing to entertainment.
Attached to a National Guard medical out-
fit, the band didn't have a chance to play a
note during its first six weeks here. During
combat the outfit served as hospital attend-
ants, and at Mount Austin its members dis-
tinguished themselves as relief stretcher bear-
ers who carried wounded over a six-mile trail
through rugged jungle terrain from advanced
positions to first-aid stations.
Now the 26-piece band is back together
again under the direction of W/O Leo O'Neil,
who was its conductor for 18 years around
Boston, Mass., before the war. The band also
breaks down into 12 pieces for jive.
Every man in t h e swing crew was a solid
professional orchestra man back in the U. S.
Pete Terry, sax-clarinet, was formerly with
Teddy Powell; Sidney Feldstein, trumpet, for-
merly with Artie Shaw; Norman LeBlanc,
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mads. Like their fathers and grandfathers, they
are following good pasture with their flocks. Our
horn sounds constantly as we crawl through a
moving block of sheep, goats, cattle, horses, men,
women and children.
Our overnight stop is a repetition of the last.
Blackie, who has been driving for 12 straight
days, drops oflf to sleep in nothing flat, undis-
turbed by the noise of Ordnance crews working
over his truck near the tent. The Ordnance men
work while the QM drivers sleep. Their job b e -
gins when the first truck rolls in and doesn't
end until the last one rolls out. Their work day
may b e as long as 20 hours in 24.
S/Sgt. Wilfred Heinen of Branch, La., and Sgt.
Joe Detreix of Kenner, La., NCO Ordnance
bosses here, direct the crew of men who
straighten out all the mischief that Persian roads
play on trucks meant to roll over concrete high-
ways. Valve trouble, pushed-in radiators and
loose gas tanks cause most of the hell.
Somehow our truck is shipshape when we
wake up. Pvt. Alfred Eccles, a Negro boy who
used to run an elevator in Atlantic City, N. J.,
and still gets as many ups and downs as ever in
the Persian mountains, is the driver now. He
alternates with a white driver, Pvt. Samuel
Sabel of New Orleans, La., who came to Iran
with the first batch of GIs and worked in the
first truck convoy to Russia.
Mountainous scenery and rough roads gradu-
ally give way to gentler slopes a n d good paved
black-top. We pass native road workers, filling
in holes with queer flat shovels, and wearing
head-tight casque-shaped felt hats. Farther
along is a labor battalion of British Indian En-
hair to boot; Mervin Gold, formerly trom-
bonist with Ruby Newman; 'Tony Cervine, ac-
cordion and piano, had his own band on the
West Coast; Martti Takki, sax-clarinet, for-
merly with Ruby Newman; Vincent Menard,
clarinet-sax, from Boston's Silver Dollar Bar;
Gabriel Colangelo, trumpet, from the Palace
Theater, Washington, D. C ; Leonard Sullivan,
trumpet, formerly with Bobby Hackett; Joe
Perella, trumpet, formerly at the Hotel Im-
perial in Boston. Dominick Pantaleo, bass fid-
dle, a n d John O'Neil, euphonium, were both
with Mickey King. Drummer is John Shea, for-
merly with Red Nichols. The list actually adds
up to 13 instead of 12, but on Guadalcanal you
don't mention the number 13.
LeBlanc, ranking noncom of the swing
band, says his GI fighting audience prefers
jump to sweet numbers, so the band jumps.
Most popular number in the repertoire is
"Amen," in an arrangement by Pete Terry.
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gineer troops, dressed in shorts and in their shirt
sleeves. They are busy improving the road.
Native peddlers dot the road, too. You can get
a handful of hard-boiled eggs for only five rials,
or 15 American cents. Some of the salesmen,
anxious to get their message across, stand along
the roadside waving eggs in one hand and a
live chicken in the other. It's the closest thing
to a billboard on the whole road.
A NOTHER stop overnight, then once more we
rise before dawn for the last lap. Briving this
time is one of the saddest soldiers in Iran, Pvt.
Edward O. Kepping of Hazleton, Pa., who
thought he'd gotten this country out of his sys-
tem in 1931. He was here then as chauffeur for
an American contractor and left when his job
was finished, planning never to return. The Army
brought him back, but it didn't change his feelings.
This last stretch is fairly good road, almost
monotonous after some of the earlier tough going,
but don't be fooled. Over there are whitened
bones, picked clean and bleaching in the sun.
That was where a camel caravan froze to death,
hemmed in between impassable snowdrifts, only
a few months ago.
Just ahead of us a truck goes through a soft
shoulder and winds up mired in the mud. Capt.
Jeff English dashes up in his jeep. As a good
transport man, the captain doesn't like wrecks,
but there's a wild and happy gleam in his eye
whenever he sees one he can untangle.
Capt. English is principal trouble shooter for
Brig. Gen. Don G. Schingler, a wiry West Pointer
who takes the beating of the road, good weather
and bad, as chief of the Motor Transport Service.
The general's a staff officer for Maj. Gen. Donald
H. Connolly, commanding the Persian Gulf Ser-
vice Command, but he's no chairborne soldier.
Another driver runs out of oil. First Lt. Byron
Block, an Ordnance officer from Philadelphia,
who's on convoy patrol today, wangles a quart
from a British petrol dump and gets him moving.
Pvt. Kepping takes our truck to a depot, where
it is unloaded under the eyes of 2d Lt. Martin
Steenbock of Laurel, Nebr., and S/Sgt. Andrew
Eirman, who hails from Copiague, Long Island,
N. Y. They check every unloading job to see that
the cargoes are in readiness for the Russians.
They find the Russians good to work with. The
worst of the language difficulty is bridged by
Pvt. Alex Pinkewich, who speaks pure. Chicago
American and adequate Russian. "Russian is easy
to sling my way," he explains, "but the Russians
do it a little harder."
Once the goods have been checked and un-
loaded from the trucks, the American end of the
job is over. The cargo is in Russian hands. But
traffic on the road goes on. The empties roll back
and the loaded trailers bounce and grunt north-
ward. The drivers crawl out of bed and rub their
eyes and climb into their cabs to fight desert heat
and dust and mountain hairpin turns. The Ord-
nance mechanics try to grab some shuteye in the
morning before incoming trucks put fhem back
to work again. The Road to Russia never rests.
Fishing Is Good in the Desert
But Bring a Shovel, Not a Hook
WEST AFRICA—In these parts the white
sands extend for many desolate miles, broken
hot
only by scrubby bush and waterless wasteland.
A platoon was en route back to camp recently
across the desert when the members saw a native
quietly digging a hole in a dry creek bed. By
way. of wisecrack, Sgt. Al Hunter of Provo, Utah,
shouted, "What you doing, fishing?"
It got a laugh from everyone but the wog. He
looked up and allowed he was fishing.
This was more than S/Sgt. E. Leroy HoUoman
of Paris, Tex., could take. "In that case," he said,
"I'm staying here to see what happens."
What happened was that the wog scooped un-
til he had a hole about 10 inches deep, out of
which he pulled a fish about 12 inches long. He
held it up, grinned and walked away.
"Well, I'll be —," Holloman said. "That's one
they wouldn't even believe in Texas."
Back at camp an old-timer explained that dur-
ing the very short rainy season the creek bed
flows with water. The fish, called "lungflsh," dig
into the sand when the water recedes and man-
age to live in the damp sand until the next rainy
season—a sort of hibernation.
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 YANK The Army Wtekfy • JULY 23

Japs Used Cecil For Clay Pigeon,

But He Kept Coming Back For More
WEST A R M , HOLTZ BAY, ATTU—Cecil is a hell
of a name for a character like Cecil Morse.
He's an easy-talking, tan-haired youngster who
wishes he was back in Harbor Springs, Mich.
With his left a r m in a sling the way it is now,
you'd take him for a supply-room clerk who had
fallen off his cot and sprained his wrist.
But that's because you don't know Pvt. Cecil
Morse.
He played clay pigeon to the Japs. Not once,
but twice. And he lives to give the sawed-off
chopsticks another crack at him, gladly, because
six buddies in his platoon are dead and four
others wounded.
All of them collected their souvenirs of lead
during the 24-hour period when Yank troops
were tightening the pucker string that choked
the Japs out of the West A r m of Holtz Bay, over
the high ground to East Arm and eventually
onto the 2,000-foot saw-toothed ridge overlook-
ing Chichagof Harbor.
From the first, the Japs had been holding off
the infiltrating American invaders with antiair-
craft artillei-y, lowered for ground fire. Foxholes
weren't worth a hoot in hell against this stuff.
As the main J a p forces crawfished from Yank
artillery, small detachments clung to rear-guard
positions with light machine guns. Their trick
was to lie low until you stepped in their faces,
then hew you down like tall corn.
Cecil's platoon drew t h e assignment of decoy-
ing the J a p fire so bigger American stuff could
blow the enemy emplacements to bits.
"We crept u p the draw that night like mud
turtles," said Morse. "Half way up the gulley Cpl. Cdward Wedell of San Bruno, Co/if., ogles the painting of a native girl. She and the scenes above
we made out the black line of an abandoned J a p her were painted by talented members of an Aviation Bngineer outfit for their tamp in New Caledonia.
trench. We knew they'd have their eye on that
and we'd draw fire for sure. Then the gang in the trench until all was quiet again, and we
behind us could spot the Japs and let 'em have it. mess is spreading—Mayhugh even types out menus.
made it back to our own lines okay. Three of According to a recent menu, Mayhugh's cus-
"We elbowed our way to the trench and let our platoon never made it back. tomers had this line-up of dishes: tomato-juice
ourselves down into it. With me at the time "The next morning four of us tackled the same cocktail, salad and cole slaw with savoy dressing,
were Pvt. Vernon Sutton and Pvt. Everett Swan- trip up the ravine through snow and fog. I guess hors d'oeuvres (made from GI crackers, canned
son. We lay there in the mud panting for a my luck couldn't hold out forever. When we fish and cheese), fish and steaks, french-fried
couple of minutes, trying to catch our breath, reached that same trench, they cut down the potatoes, lima beans, candied sweet potatoes,
and had decided it was time to poke our heads three men with me and ripped up my left hand." peas, chocolate eclairs, custard pie, pineapple
up and fire a round or two with our '03s, just fritters, and choice of cocoa, tea or coffee.
The J a p who wounded Cecil is probably six
feet under the Attu m u d by now, of course. Cecil -Sgt. BURGESS SCOH
regrets that he didn't have the pleasure of put- YANK Staff CerrMpondant
ting him there personally.
Vaudeville Salute "I'd have recognized him easy," says Cecil.
"He was such a lousy shot." Sailor Puts in a 16-Hour Day
L ONDON—A soldier was walking down the
street the other day and saw a British en-
listed man and a British major approach each
-Sgt. GEORG N. MEYERS
YANK Staff Corretpendent As Post's One-Man Radio Station
other. The major held a cane in his right hand. SOMEWHERE IN BRAZIL—The spare-time broad-
When they reached the proper distance, the
EM brought his hand up in salute. The mctjor
In Desert One Man Hos Ideal Job; casting venture of a gob attached to a small
Naval unit at a USAAF base here is rapidly
bounced the end of his cane down on the
Mess Sergeant a Former Hotel Chef developing into a big-time radio station.
pavement, returned the salute and caught his Jointly supervised by Army and Navy officials,
cane on the rebound. CAIRO—T/Sgt. Bill Mayhugh of Baltimore, Md., WSMS ("The Servicemen's Station") is owned
The soldier, who used to love jugglers when mess sergeant of an Ordnance company in the and operated b y Donald Wornstaff S i c of Iowa.
he was a kid, followed the major for three Western Desert, lavishes on his outfit the cul- Two GI tents, rigged up side by side, are his ra-
blocks hoping he'd do it again. He didn't. inary skill he once displayed in the kitchens o." dio studio.
the Capitol, Willard and Mayflower hotels in Station WSMS has developed so rapidly that
Washington, D. C. it now maintains a broadcasting schedule 16
The ordnancemen claim he's the best mess ser- hours a day. Reports of clear reception come in
to let 'em know for sure we were there, when geant in the desert. Secret of Sgt. Mayhugh's suc- daily from civilians 10 miles away and from
here came four men walking down the hill in cess is his knack at making hotel fare out of Army and Navy planes in flight 60 miles away.
the darkness toward us. issue grub. One of his specialties is a 21-course Seaman Wornstaff, radio-maintenance m e -
"They weren't talking, and they were sashay- banquet which he prepares without drawing chanic and public-address-system operator in
ing along like there wasn't a war on. I stood more than his regular daily rations. civilian life, started his station May 20 with a
up in the trench and hollered our own password. "Uncle Sam gives a cook good food," explained wireless record player purchased from another
I knew then that the trench we were in wasn't Mayhugh. "The secret of a successful mess is sailor. Since then, he has added a 25-watt t r a n s -
abandoned at all. This crew had just stepped what the mess sergeant does with that food." He mitter, a short-wave radio for retransmission of
out for a minute, never thinking any Americans says he can take his four assistant cooks and overseas programs, and a broadcasting antenna.
would try to sneak that far forward. One of prepare one of his 21-cours^s m from 2 to 2Vz An original 15-record collection for broadcast-
'em was packing a light machine gun. The others hours—complete from soup to nuts. For his ban- ing has been increased to over 300 platters. The
had rifles. quets—more frequent now that the fame of his station's programs include everything from, a
"Well, when I hollered, they dropped to the long-hair half hour, in which classical music is
ground a few yards over us, and one of 'em played and explained, to a rebroadcast of t h e
lobbed a grenade into the trench with us. I saw Hit Parade. Wornstaff picks u p and relays BBC
it coming, and I visualized three rifles stuck into news twice daily and also relays Raymond Scott's
the mud with the dog tags of Morse, Sutton, and quintet and other U. S. and British programs.
Swanson dangling from the butts. Wornstaff is on the job from the time he falls
"Then the grenade exploded with a hell of a out of bed until he drops back in again. He even
bang. The concussion shook us up some, but it has moved his bed and living quarters into t h e
took us only a split second to catch on that broadcasting tent.
surer'n hell we weren't dead. And it took only With an estimated 1,000 soldier and sailor
the rest of that second for us to start pumping listeners already, t h e one-man radio station is
those '03s. Hell, we couldn't miss that close. applying for a license from the Brazilian gov-
"That took care of those four, but meanwhile ernment for an increase in power and a definite
our position was known to every J a p in West^ schedule in Brazilian broadcasting.
Arm and the whole hillside began catching hell.'
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The three of us sweated it out flat on our bellies YANK Field CorrMpondent

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WEO i A S H ore a fo-
miNar sight to every
€9 who gets to town
in the picturesque is-
tond Efote in the New
Hebrides group, a
Britirii-Frehch protec-
torate, southeast of
Mie Solomons. The
ishop posed as
Sgt. Brodie did this
sk^ch near the water-
front while the native
sfev«dores worked on
docks in.background.

FIGHTING FRENCH
SOLDIER down in
New Coledonia walks
/^.Xt-^^ ' his post on the roc^
ix^^-^/' behind the base head-
quarters in a military
manner. "With my
meager French I had
a hell of a rime try-
ir^ to get these guys
Mn ttffM MBMMMES^ to pose," Sgt. Brodie
.,„ . ,feM»ked«tA*niMive says. "Then as soon
imm. i^Mim0 hi 9ha» wMi thoir as I started to draw,
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JAP PRISOHEfS, Yamashito aiid Sato,

captured during the fighting at Guadal-
canal were sketched by Sgt. Brodie in
the New Hebrides. "They sat
silently and stared sullen-
ly right through me as
I sketched," he says.

BI66EST BEARD I N SOUTH PACIFIC is

this onie owned by Sgt. E. T. Hawtiiomo,
from South Cai|oilna, who hod not shovod
for vina mentfis when Sgt.
made this sketch In the New Hebrn^os.
Brodie writos: "Even the natives said rti«M
E. T. had too much grass on his foco."

THREE COPS IN THE

NEW HEBRIDES, the
American directing
traffic in the back-
ground and the two
natives in the fore-.
ground, posed for ^•^-^f--,.
Brodie's sketch. The ^ N ^
one with his arms
crossed and the fancy
coat serves with the
FRENCH MARINE poses bare-legged
English. The barefoot-
with his long bayonet fixed to his rifle
ed guy with the pom-
at his sentry post in Noumea on the
pon on his hat and the
Fighting French island of New Caledonia,
long billy at his side
a big important United Nations base of
is a French sailor.
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AMBLERS call them "readers" and crooks
G call them "paper." To most GIs they are
merely known as marked cards. To any
pay-day bank roll, they are poison. _
John Scarne, gambling sleuth and card expert,
says that marked cards are right up there with
crooked dice when somebody asks him to pick
the most common cheating device in armed-
forces gambling games. He estimates there are
100,000 decks of marked cards in the Army alone.
Marked cards are numerous because, like
crooked dice, they're easy to get. Catalogs of
marked-card merchants a're widely circulated
in the Army, Navy, and Marines. Usually the
price of a pack is $1.50. The crooked manufac-
turers sell so many that their packs cost only
$1 more than honest decks.
Markings on a card seldom indicate its suit.
The suit is not important enough; only in pino-
chle is it worth knowing. What sharpers want
to know is the number on the card, for doctored
cards are most profitable in the one-card games
—stud pokeT, blackjack and red dog. Reading the
cards the other fellows have, and the back of
the card that is about to be dealt, the smart boys
have the game sewed u p in their tight little
pockets.
Sharpers operate so scientifically that when
they can't work their own marked cards into a
gaijie—which naturally is what they always try
to do—they mark cards during t h e game. This
is far more dangerous than using cards already
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Army camps. He teflf you here
how. to spot this common cheating
device the next time some wise
guy tries it in a pay-day poker
or blacklack session.
:ed, b u t it is a mighty common practice in
the gantes^ervicemen play.
Let's see how it is done.
Nailing. Sticking his thumbnail into the side
of a card, the sharper leaves a small identifying
mark which can be seen a t - a distance like all
expert markings. He puts this mark at precisely
the same spot on both sides of t h e card. Why?
So that no matter which way the card is held
the nailing will be in t h e same place.
There is a reason for this. The important thing
about nailing, as about all marking, is not that
the card is marked. What is important is where
it is marked. For, depending on the game, the
location of the mark tells the number of the
card. And that, as we have said, is all the
sharper wants to know.
For example, in stud the low cards are not
important enough to warrant marking, so marks
are xised to indicate high cards only. A nail near
the top of the edges signals an ace. A mark a
quarter of the way down indicates a king, and a
mark near the bottom means 10. But in black-
jack the same marks are used to denote the low
cards, for they are the important ones to know.
It's as simple as that.
Waving is another example of play-as-you-go
methods of marking cards. Here the experienced
fingers of the gambler take a card and skillfully
bend it over one finger and under the other,
leaving an identifying bend or "wave." These
waves, too, at the top, bottom or middle of a
card, reveal the number.
To catch nailing or waving, use the same
imethod used to detect crimping, described in
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YANK in a previous Scarne article. Square up
the entire pack and look at the edges. Any
nailing or waving will stand out like Betty
Grable on a windy day.
Daubing means sticking a spot of paste on the
back of the card. The daub leaves a slight
smudge which the experienced sharper knows
immediately.
Usually the sharper carries the paste for the
daub in his pocket. With lightninglike motions
his finger is dampened, dipped in the paste, then
pressed on the card at the right spot. To detect
daubing examine the backs of the cards.
Pegging, another marking method, gives sig-
nals to the fingers, not the eyes. When he pegs,
the sharper appears at the game with thumb or
finger bandaged. Usually it is the left thumb,
which holds the pack most often. Through this
bandage sticks the tip of a thumbtack that has
been strapped to the thumb under the bandage.
Using this sharp point the crook pricks the right
cards in the right places. Usually he pricks only
aces and kings. When the dealer feels either one
on top of the pack he deals seconds to the other
boys and saves the pegged card for himself or
his confederate.
To .detect pegging run a finger over the backs
of the card. A peg will feel like a mountain.
Sanding also requires a bandage—for a slightly
different purpose. Exposed through this bandage
is a slit of the surface of a piece of sandpaper.
By pulling the card's edge along the sandpaper
the edge is made white-clean. When assembled
with the other cards this newly cleaned edge
stands out clearly.
S UCH are the ways in which cards are marked
during games. Now take a look at profes-
sional methods of marking cards either in manu-
facture or before a game.
Shading. A section of the back of the card is
worked over lightly with a brush, leaving a
slight color over the identifying section. What
is remarkable here is the small, almost infinitesi-
mal, area spotted and the delicacy of the mark.
Yet sharpers can see it across the table.
Line work. The finest possible lines are added
to a certain section of the design on the back
of the card. The innocent naked eye can ha'rdly
see a difference, but the experienced eye knows
in a second what the card is.
Edge work. A slight belly is pi^t on the border
between the design and the, edge of the card.
Cut-out. A chemical preparation, or a delicate
knife, removes a minu-te section from part of
the design.
Block-out. The same thing—almost. Parts of the
design are covered with white ink, or the design
is enlarged with ink similar to that used for the
design. This is especially effective with cards
that are reputed to be markproof: those that
have an all-over, no-border design on the back.
An example is the Bee card, the back of which
is completely covered by a diamond design. Con-
trary to popular belief, such cards can easily
be marked by making one diarriond smaller or
larger. This is done by blocking out.
To detect all these super-delicate markings,
use the Scarne Riffle. It is based on the principle
of the animated-cartoon books you played with
as a kid. Holding one of these books tightly in
one hand, you riffled rapidly through the pages.
As you did, the figures seemed to move as in a
motion picture.
Try this with any cards you think are marked
by any of the methods described above. Hold
the cards as Scarne holds them in the accom-
panying picture. Keep your eyes fixed on a sec-
tion no more than Vi-inch square. Then riffle.
If the cards are marked, the doctored parts of
the design will suddenly jump out at you.
Then you have to find the cards that jumped
(for, remember, it is likely that only high or
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low cards in tlic deck will be marked) and com-
pare them with the others. When you have found
out how it's done, throw the whole damn pack
away where it can't be found.
o far we have discussed cards that are actual-
S ly marked, either in the course of the game
or before. How about markings that alter tjie
actual size of the card?
Trims. This process is used on cards that have
a border between the design and the edge.
The border is trimmed — way down for low
cards, say, and a little less for the higher ones.
Or perhaps it is the other way around. Anyway,
the amount of white space between design and
edge is trimmed to less-than-regulation size, and
the amount of the trimming signals whether the
card is high or low. ?j
Naturally the way to discover a trimme,d card
is to place it over an honest one. The trfm will
be smaller. ' , BLOCK-OUT. Port of th* whH* in O M pcfaf ^
Sorts. If you want a full-time job fttr a rainy lh0rfojsyis Hlhd lit, indkatlng namber af «mf, ]
week end, or a rainy week, try making up a pack
of sorts. When you are finished yoli will think
that sorts are so much trouble nobody else would
ever prepare a pack. But you will be wrong.
One week spent on sorts brings months of win-
nings and many gamblers think it is worth while.
Furt.hermore, sorts are the only marked cards
ihat are not actually doctored. Hence they are
the safest marked cards to use.
Sorting is based on the one flaw in Bee cards
and others with all-over designs on the back.
This flaw is the edge^the;^ all-over design can-
not run off the edge at precisely the same point
on every one of these cm-ds. There are bound to
be variations along the edges; some will go off
the edge high on the diamond design, others
close to the bottom and many others somewhere
in between.
Knowing this, the ambitious sharper buys at
least 40, and probably more, identical packs of
these no-border cards. Out of them he laborious- m« W O R K : Her* O fijM Htm h wkM or
ly sorts one pack which can be read by the edges. •jrfMdMT fnfo fft* wftM* stfifacc anmmt WKI.
High cards may be those sliced off high on the
dianjond design, and low cards may be the ones
sliced off low. Or again it may be vice versa.
But whatever the final markings, these cards
are easy to read for the man who knows they
are crooked, and hard to detect for the man who
doesn't. All you can do, if you suspect sorts, is
see whether the high cards have similar edges,
and if the low cards are the opposite of the high.
Cards with over-all designs on the back can
also be trimmed and made into fake sorts.
Luminous readers are so called because they are
painted on the back with an invisible ink which
tells what number the card is. The catch here,
of course, is that the numbers are visible only
when seen through special dark glasses or
through a colored visor. The obvious lesson is
never to play with guys who wear either—or,
if you must, borrow them first and look at the
backs of the cards yourself. ! WORK. A aigla bw9t or "bO^'m M%«
Pictures. Here's something else to remember. it dttctgn indicvfM ae*. lower itiMmsfowrorami.
Don't play with cards that have pictures on the
back. A beautiful scene may be a delight to
your emotions, soldier, but such a scene can
be reversed so that upside down it signals "high
cards" and right side up "low." Or vice versa.
Indeed, the more obvious the trick, the fewer
people catch it. And. if nothing else, sharpers
are good psychologists.
There is only one rule Scarne can give you
as an over-all tip for catching marked-card
sharpers. Watch the guy who keeps his eyes
glued to the backs of cards—the cards that are
about to be dealt, the hole card in stud, the top
of the deck in blackjack, the important t a r d in
any game. '
Another guy to watch out for is the man who
takes a long chance and wins, who seems to raise
too often and too well. „ RiAI»BiS tooft M * i t e w N i t (INr
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By Sgt. WALTER PETERS
YANK Sfaff Correspondent
POLISH BOMBER STATION IN BRITAIN—If it
A is not a well-established fact, it is at least
a well-authenticated "rumor that the Polish
Air Force is having a wonderful time these days.
You hear stories of the men's laughter echoing
through the fuselage of Wellington bombers 13,-
000 feet above Berlin. You hear stories of Polish
pilots, sent out to light fires with incendiary
bombs, stooging down till the flames touch their
wing tips—just to see what damage they have
done.
One of Hitler's proudest boasts was that he
smashed the Polish Air Force in 1939 before it
could even get off the ground. He didn't. He only
smashed the machines. The spirit of that air
force was unconquerable, and today, operating
from British airfields, the Poles have more, big-
ger and better bombers than they had in Poland.
More than 10,000 Polish airmen are serving
in conjunction with the RAF, and they have
dropped tnore than 11 million pounds of bombs
on Berlin. Hamburg, Essen, Dusseldorf, Cologne
and a lot of other places. For a smashed air force,
the Poles are doing right well for themselves.
The strangest thing about the Polish Air Force
is that almost every man in it escaped from Nazi-
dominated Europe. They tell a story about one
group which made its way through Italy to
Africa, thence to Gibraltar and finally to Britain.
All the time they were dressed as old men and
old women.
Another Polish Air Force story concerns a
night before a raid when the boys had some fish
FLYING
SGT. STEFAN, RADIOMAN-GUNNER
SGT. WLADYSLAW, RADIO OPERATOR
for dinner and the fish wasn't particularly good.
"It must have been feeding on German bodies
in the Channel," Flight Officer Andrzej says.
Anyway, a few minutes after leaving the base,
the men began to get very nauseated. They held
a short conference over the intercom and decided
that a bellyache was not goitig to deprive them
of the privilege of bombing a very important
target, so they kept on following their group.
Some got to the climax of their sickness over
the North Sea and others over Germany. All but
the pilot. He didn't start puking until they were
almost over the target.
He yelled for the navigator to take over.
"For God's sake, why?" the navigator asked.
"I've got this stuff all over me," the pilot a n -
swered.
The navigator took over without another ques-
tion. He knew the pilot wasn't being demure or
hygienic.
' T h i n k if we were shot down," the pilot said
later. "Those Nazis might think we got sick be-
cause we were scared of them, and what kind of
an impression would that make?"
Most of the men in one group had been over
enemy territory 10, 20 and even 50 times. The
gFoup captain himself has been over on 20 sorties.
The GC is very modest about his own exploits
but gives high praise to two Americans in his
squadron.
One of them is Sgt. Bronislaw Godlewski of
Chicago, described by the GC as "one of the
bravest men I h a v e ever met."
Godlewski is 19 and he enlisted with the Poles
just before Pearl Harbor. Recently Air Vice
Marshal Stanislaw Ujejski awarded him the Vir-
'I
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OFFICER 5TASINK, PILOT SGT. FRANEK,
SGT. JACEK, TAIL GUNNER
tuti Militari and the Cross of Valor. Since last
J a n u a r y the kid has made 10 operational flights
over enemy targets.
The last time was over Essen, one of the most
heavily defended of all the Nazi industrial
strongholds. After they dropped their bombs,
they were attacked six times by Jerry fighters.
A hundred slugs from Nazi machine guns
smashed into Godlewski's turret. But he kept his
grip on the tail guns and at the same time direct-
ed the pilot in taking the proper evasive action.
When they landed, the kid's touddies found him
unconscious in the turret, badly wounded. It took
them a half hour to release his wounded hands,
so tightly were they gripping the handles of the
machine guns. Both his hands had to be ampu-
tated.
All the men have a tremendous respect for the
ground crews who service their planes. Flight
Officer Andrzej was telling me about one of the
Polish mechanics.
"I was just getting ready to go on an opera-
tional flight over Cologne one day," Andrzej said,
"when I saw him hurriedly patting the chute in
the pilot's seat. 'Co ty Tobisz?' ('What are you
doing?') I asked him. "I have been looking for
something I lost,' the mechanic said. Later, when
I was returning from Cologne, I looked under the
chute and found a silver crucifix. The next day
I went to look for the mechanic to thank him.
" 'That's all right,' he said: "I've been leaving
that crucifix under your chute on every one of
your operations. My mother gave it to me just
before I escaped from the Germans. She said I
would never have bad luck if I kept it close to
me. I thought you could use a little luck.' "
PILOT SGT, STANISLAW, GUNNER
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YANK The Army Weekly • JULY 23

YA N K
THE ARMY WEEKLY

They Could Have Been Worse

F ANYBODY in the house thinks the United States
I is fighting this World War all by itself, let him
take a long hard look at the casualty figures
published below.
Except for Bataan, we have not yet been called
upon to make a great sacrifice of manpower. We
have been at war a year and a half yet our total
of 90,860 dead, wounded, missing and captured
is small compared with Great Britain's 600,000
and Russia's 5,000,000 casualties.
For this we can thank our strategists in the
Army a n d Navy high commands who have con-
ducted their campaigns wisely since Pearl Har-
bor. But, above all, we can thank our allies who
took it on the chin while we were building up
strength for t h e Sunday punch.
In New Guinea, where most of us assumed
that the fighting was strictly an American show,
U.S. casualties were 4,319 while the Australians
had 6,212 killed and wounded. About 1,000 of
those American casualties were in the Air Forces.
The Australians lost twice as many men as we
did on t h e ground. "Hey, Rocco. Any sign of them yef?"
In North Africa, we fought bravely but there
were only four U.S. divisions in action and 2,574
Americans killed, 897 fewer than the number of no secret that if the Red Army had allowed its somebody hands you that old line about Amer-
lives lost through automobile accidents in Cali- lines to crack on the Eastern front, the British ican boys dying to protect t h e women and chil-
fornia diiring 1941. It was the British who buried and Americans might have been forced into a dren of Britain and Russia. T h e figures below
most of the Allied dead in Tunisia. desperate, premature invasion of Europe, at a don't make nice reading because they represent
And let's not forget that our casualties would loss of perhaps a million men. many a guy we knew in high school and many
be much higher if Russians had not fought so Remember these comparisons of our own cas- a recruit we slept next to in basic training. But
strongly against the Germans last summer. It's ualties with those of our allies the next time they could have been much worse.

^^^..-.^g^-^g.. Our Casualties QMC has issued a chocolate bar that will stay
^SfelE&^^M^^^ T " * ^ ^ ^ ^^^ released
solid u p to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. The average W a s h i n g t o n O.P
•a->'^g^^P^^ I the latest complete fig- chocolate b a r melts at 85 degrees. . . . From now
," , ures of Army casualties on every dogface will be taught to cook for him-
l*-^^^S^/ '' from Dec. 7, 1941, to J u n e
24, 1943. Here are the
self—just in case. , . . EM in Tank Destroyer units
are now officially members of the Field Artillery.
. . . One of the first Army outfits to land in Guad-
M AJ. G E N . DAVENPORT JOHNSON, commander
of the Second Air Force, calculates that at
least half of the bomber crews listed as missing
figures, broken down into the different theaters: over Europe are still alive, having parachuted
alcanal was a QM laundry unit. The men fought
ArM Killad WeumiMi M i i « n « l"^ Total or crash-landed. Maj. Gen..Ira C. Eaker, chief
with the Infantry until the Japs were driven into
of the Eighth Air Force, recently wrote Gen.
Asiatic 131 15 85 60 291 the interior, then set up their GI laundry.
Central Pacific 272 412 57 0 741 Johnson that if t h e new gangs he sends over are
European 436 664 1,196 594 2,890
Army Insignia Regulations as good as the old ones, "it won't even be a fair
Latin A m e r i c a n 8 3 26 0 37
The manufacture and sale of Army insignia by war." . . . The EM in Tunisia who dreamed u p
Middle Eastern 106 96 214 46 462
civilian firms has been prohibited--^y the WD, an improved sight for the bazooka, now in mass
North African 2,574 9,437 1.620 5,107 18,738
North A m e r i c a n 864 1,246 214 0 2,324 and such companies a r e to have their licenses production for the Ordnance Department, is in
(Includes the A l e u t i a n s and Western Atlantic) revoked within four months after notification. line for a decoration. . . . Observers back from
Philippines 1,273 1,746 17,939 10,652 31,610
Soldiers will hereafter buy Army insignia at North Africa tell us that the jeep was so far'
(Includes 12,506 Philippine Scouts)
post exchanges or QM stores only. The new reg- superior to anything the enemy had that Italian
South Pacific 622 1,165 236 0 2,023 soldiers were given a reward equivalent to a
(Mostly Guadalcanal) ulations will help the WD enforce its rules
S o u t h w e s t Pacific 1,242 2,344 1,100 156 4,842 against civilians wearing Army insignia and will month's pay for each of our jeeps they captured.
(Mostly N e w G u i n e a ) also save metal needed for essential war uses. "Jeep" is now a n international word, understood
7,528 17,128 22,687 16,615 63,958 by English, French, Arabs, Germans, and Italians.
The Navy, Coast Guards and Marines list fig- Erratum If you can think in terms of cool billions, you
ures for the same period as follows: YANK, NO. 2, Vol. 2, carried a story and picture can get some idea of what it costs to r u n a w a r
Killed Wounded Mioing Pritonert Total
of 14 Negro (DCS graduates in England, referring from the 72-billion Army Appropriation Bill
7,604 4.732 11.101 3.556 26.902
to them as the first graduates of a Negro DCS. passed by Congress. With the funds thus p r o -
The total number of casualties suffered by all vided the Army will have to spend money at
branches of the armed services from Dec. 7, 1941, This was an error. They were the first Negro
graduates of the regular OCS in the ETO. There the rate of nearly 200 million dollars a day, in-
to J u n e 24, 1943, is 90,860. cluding Sundays. T h e A A F gets the biggest
Overseas Christinas Presents is no special OCS for Negroes either in England
hunk—23 billions. —YANK'* Washington Bwroou
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New Guinea: Sgt. Dave Richardson. CA.
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P VT. ROGER CRAM, ex-bellhop of Medford, Conn., was
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:oyR!5' t".^ *• ''*-»- section where armed f i t ; . 3 H w l . u f^^ ii^jj Construction Battalion is in the great North African outdoors. It's stand-
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tents. This unit, photographed by YANK's Sgt. Pete Paris, is typical of Signal Corps outfits which have set high standards in North Africa.

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AKiit ON THE LIFE OF EASE
//• AIN'T one to complain," Artie Greengroin
I
said, "but I wish they'd not of sent me to
the English Isle." Artie was sitting in the
kitchen, his legs wrapped around a huge caldron
of unpeeled potatoes. In another, much smaller,
caldron lay the seven he had succeeded in peel-
ing in the last hour. Artie, for the thousandth
time, was on KP. He was browned off as a pan
of home frieds.
We lounged against a door, moodily eating a
raw cauliflower, watching Artie lay on with the
knife.
"Maybe you'd like it better in Labrador," we
suggested.
"Maybe I would," Artie said. "You never can
tell about a Greengroin. We like the gawdamned-
est places."
"You wouldn't like Labrador," we said.
"Jess don't be too sure," Artie said. "I got
some very good reasons to like Labrador. In the
foist place, it's a unfertile country. Nothing
grows there. Nothing but ice. You don't find no
pertaters in Labrador. Everything comes out of
the can. They's no K P . They's no work at all."
"You heard of Maine and Idaho?" w e asked.
"Yeah. States," said Artie.
"Well," we said, "they take potatoes from
Maine and Idaho and they put them on boats and
they send them up to Labrador for those boys to
peel."
Artie's eyes widened. ' T h e y do?" he said.
"Why, the doity ole bassars. Thass all they do,
make our life a hell. You'd think they get a
bunch of Joes up in Labrador they'd say, 'Well,
them boys is having a hard time up there with
all that ice and stuff, we jess won't send 'em no
pertaters to peel.' Thass what you'd think they'd
say, huh? But what do they do? They toin right
around and give you a hit on the udder cheek.
What a war.
i>AGC 14
"Maybe if I got me a transfer t o India things
would be different."
"They'd be hotter," we said.
"They's nothing like slipping a body into a
nice, cool hunk of khaki," Artie said. "Thass
the way they do things in India. In India a pfc.
is really something. You go out and hire some-
body to make your bed and give the ole shine to
your shoes and you jess lie on the veranda and
wet your whistle. You want to enjoy the Army
go to India."
We said that w e wouldn't enjoy the Army
wherever we were.
"It jess goes to show," Artie said. "Tihass what
comes of being a soft apple. A man's got to be
able to acclimate himself. I acclimate very well.
If I was shipped to India tomorrer I would slip
into the life of ease like a native. I can get used
to a fruit diet, jess like anything else. They's no
pertaters in India."
"You forgot about those ships?" we wanted
to know.
Artie dropped the potato he was working on.
"Ah, you don't mean it," he said. "You don't
mean to tell ine they send them ships full of
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pertaters all the way to India?"
"That's what we mean," w e said.
"Well, I'll be the son of a first sergeant," Artie
said. "Honest to gaw, what them ole bassars
won't do. It makes me boin, honest to gaw." He
picked up the potato he had been working on
and threw it out the open window "They jess
ain't no place in this whole woild thass sacred to
leisure, is they?"
"You hit the spike on the cephalos," we said.
"Yeah," Artie said, "ain't it the truth. Well,
thass jess another dream busted. Jess another
dream. I ain't got many of them left these days."
T HE vast hulk of the mess sergeant loomed up
at the window. "Who trun that spud?"
Artie looked at him casually. "Oh, hullo, ser-
geant," he said. "I'm going like a house afire.
These pertaters is a breeze. Nothing to it at all,
sergeant."
The mess sergeant is probably the only m a n
in the world of whom Artie is afraid. To him
the mess sergeant is the whole German Army,
a death ray, t h e Blue Beetle, Submariner and
God knows what else, all rolled into one. Before
his eyes, the jelly that is Greengroin quivers and
trembles.
"Who trun that spud?" said the mess sergeant.
"You mean out of the winder?" Artie asked.
"Thass what I mean," said the mess sergeant.
"Maybe it was me," Artie said. "Was it me?"
he asked us.
"It was you," we said.
"I was carried away by a subjeck I was con-
versing vvith," Artie said.
"Greengroin, yer a no-good," the mess sergeant
said. "Was the subjeck you was conversing with
K P by any chanct?"
"It was the subjeck of the life of ease," Artie
said.
"Well, all I got to say at this very moment,"
the mess sergeant said, "is that it's too bad it
wasn't KP, because K P is a subjeck you ara
going to be very conversing on, because you are
going to be doing K P for the next week, if you
can be spared, and I got a feeling you can be
spared."
With that the vast bulk of the mess sergeant
disappeared from the window. With a sigh, Artie
turned back to his work. "Honest to gaw," he
said, "do they really send pertaters all the way
to India."
They clutch at straws, do drowning men.
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YANK The Army Weekly • JULY 2 3

MESSAGE WORD^ ACRO^^S THE SEA

CENTER
Pvt. Charles Merson, Hq. Co., Sta. Comp. Fort Dix.
N. J., would like to get in touch with someone who
knew S S9I. Bernard Saltx, 366th Bomb Sq., 305th Bomb
Gp., before his last flight. . . . pft. John B. Harri«, 630
TSS Bi, 5, Bks. 8, Gulfport, Miss., wants news from
Sflt. Herman Mead and Pfc. George Choate, both in the
S. Pacific. . . . Pvt. Howard P. Holman, Public Relations Chamberlain Hecoch
Office, Hendricks Field, Fla., wants to h«ar from Denning
Curt Head, in the Navy, formerly of Ozark. Ala. . . . F r o m t h e side of a n A r m y t r o o p s h i p , T/Sgt. Pvt. J. E. Hungerford & Co. (Pvts. Jim Uean,
Pvtt. Fred Crotten and Ben Pope should write to Pfc. Carl E. Chamberlain tells C p l . J e r r y Loop, C a m p George Miller, Paul Steflfen a n d Harold Braden) h o p e
Benny Van Oeve, Co. B, 11th Inf., Camp Ettinger, Va.
• • . S Sjit. William H. Stiles, whose picture appeared in Y o u n g , I n d i o , Calif.: "If y o u h a v e a n y s e n s e , t h e i r a b s e n t p a r t n e r , P f c . R. E. P e l l o y m o u n t e r .
Words Across the Sea in an April issue of YANK, s t a y w h e r e y o u a r e . Y o u c a n ' t g e t seasick in t h e w h o is v i s i t i n g F r e n c h W e s t Africa w i t h t h e
should write to Pfc. Gene Gay, Hq. Btry., 3d CA, Fort d e s e r t . " . . . Pvt. John J. Denning of S a n F r a n c i s c o , a r m e d forces, w i l l s e e t h i s a n d w r i t e t h e m at
MacArthur, Calif. . . . If anyone knows the where- Calif., is m a k i n g h i s first t r i p o v e r s e a s . T h e 93d D e p . R e p . Sq., B r o o k l e y F i e l d , M o b i l e , A l a .
abouts of Sgt. George Gavaris and Hank Fortune, formerly n a t i v e s o n tells h i s sister, 1st L t . H e l e n D e n n i n g , . . . Pvt. Arthur Holland tells S g t . E r v i n B u r c h .
of the 579th Tech. Sch. Sq., Miami Beach, will he S a n t a A n a , Calif.: " T h i s is t h e c h e a p e s t w a y t o o v e r s e a s : " I s a w D a n on m y f u r l o u g h . T h e r e s t
write It. Harry Kalmonowiti, Base Disp., Med. Det.,
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Camp Shelby, Miss., sends greeting to his two half S a n F r a n c i s c o . S o w h y t r a v e l ? " . . . Cpl. Alfred P. Co., 1st Bn., 9 t h Inf., C a m p M c C o y , W i s . " . . .
brothers: M^Sgt. Michael Lucciola and S Sgt. Sol Lucciola, Hecock o n h i s w a y o v e r s e a s w a n t s T / S g t . K e l l e r Sgt. Walter C. Bulaga w a n t s R o b e r t J . D o c k e r y ,
both overseas. . . . it. Winston W. Forward, Sta. Hosp., a t W e s t o v e r F i e l d , Mass., to n o t i c e h i s " t r o p i c a l H a w a i i , t o w r i t e h i m c / o Y A N K ' S Words Across
Fort Meade, Md., wants to hear from friends formerly clip." H e c o c k e x p l a i n s : " I w a s in t h e b a r b e r s h o p the Sea. H e a d d s : " I ' l l m e e t y o u a t C a r s o n ' s af-
with the 67th CA (AA), Fort Bragg, N. C. . . . Sgt. Frank w h e n w e crossed t h e e q u a t o r . " ter the war. Order m e a short one."
J. Killian, 2d Cas. Co., Sec. 2 Staging Area. CPE.
Charleston, S. C , wants news from Its. Dave Kaminsky,
Rudy Beury, Cpl. Richard Kitchen and other friends. . . .
Sgt. Arthur W. Petersen, Btry. H, 2d CA, Fort Macon.
N. C , wants to hear from his friends in the 344lh CA....
1st It. B. J. Munnerlyn, Hq. AAAF. Victoria, Tex., wants
to make contact with men who were in the 15th FA,
Med. Del. in 1939 and '41. especially S Sgts. W. } . Johns
and S. H. Strather. . . . Pfc. Ed Harriman, 344th AB Sq.
NCAB, Wilmington, Del., wants a line from Pvt. Bill
Allen, Alaska. . . . Pvt. Frank S. Cocciatore, 901st Tng.
Gp., AAFTTC, Miami Beach. Fla.. wants to hear from
Pfc. Philip A. Torrisi, somewhere in the N. Atlantic. . . .
Cpl. Frank A. Stoab, 333 Base Hq. and AB Sq.. Seymour Adams Brown Lyseczko Norton Wishnew Ware
Johnson Field, N. C , wants to hear from Cpl. Lawrence Pfc. Charley Adams of Wilton, M a i n e , n o w s t a - Cpl. Alfred Norton of S a u l t S t e . M a r i e , Mich.,
Poul, "Smokey" Nelson, "Red" Smith and Thomas and tells his cousin, C p l . A l f r e d N o r t o n , w h o is in
"Whitey" Cox. . . . Will Pvt. Gould write to Pvt. John t i o n e d in India, a s k s P f c . M a u r i c e C o x , s o m e -
Moloney, Btry. A, 26th Bn., FARTC, 6th Regt.. Fort w h e r e in t h e S. Pacific, to s a y hello to t h e m e n in t h e S i g n a l C o r p s , a b o u t P e r s i a : " C o m e o n over.
Sill, Okla.? . . . Sgt. Jimmy Kidd, 482d. SEFT Sq.. Aloe Co. B, t h e n tells his b r o t h e r , P v t . H a r o l d A d a m s But I warn you, you can't locate a w o m a n even
AAF, Victoria. Tex., wants news from Don Gordon! a t P o r t l a n d , M a i n e : " P o r t l a n d , Oreg., m a y n o t w i t h R a d a r h e r e . " . . . Cpl. Marty Wishnew, of
and William Kolling, who were at Scott Field Radio b e a s good as P o r t l a n d , M a i n e , b u t i t ' s still t o p s t h e Brooklyn Wistinews, sends this message from
School. . . . Pfc. Thomas F. Hinchey, Co. C. 818th TD Bn., in I n d i a . " . . . S/Sgt. J. N. Brown, s t a t i o n e d i n tRe M i d d l e E a s t t o h i s b r o t h e r , 2d L t . H a r r y
Camp Bowie, Tex., wants to hear from his cousin, China, would like Sgt. Francis Colbert, last heard Wishnew: "Come on over a n d we'll show these
Pvt. Thomas J. Hinchey of Providence. R. I., now in of a f H q . S q . 77th A B G p . , M a t h e r F i e l d , Calif., g u y s w h a t m a k e s t h e D o d g e r s click." . . T/5 Philip
Africa. . . . Afc. Mildred Frank, 131st Post Hq. Co.. AAF,
Bergstrom Field, Austin. Tex., wants news from some- to w d t e h i m c / o Y A N K ' S Words Across the Sea. O. Ware of W i l m i n g t o n , Vt., t e l l s h i s c o u s i n , L t .
one w h o knew Ernest W. Siegner, w h o was with the . . . Mick Lyseczko, P R O p h o t o g r a p h e r , a s k s A . C. R o g e r D a v i s , i n t h e I n f a n t r y in A f r i c a : " T h e r e
19th Engrs. . . . Will Gean (Utah) Kone write to Pfc. Robert B l a c k S i c , w i t h w h o m h e w o r k e d on t h e " M a r c h are no birthday cards to be h a d on board ship,
I. Keating, Co. F, 507th Prcht. Inf.. AAB, Alliance. of T i m e " in N e w Y o r k : " I s H u i t t still w i t h y o u ? so I a m w i s h i n g y o u a v e r y h a p p y b i r t h d a y
Nebr.? W r i t d ' m e a t A P O 885, N e w Y o r k . " this way."

Dear YANK:
Is Saroyan kidding you or vice versa?

Ufail Call
- O / C T. F. VAHEY
Miami Beach, Fla.

Dear YANK:
These eight cue balls have appeared
in Co. M, 353d Inf. at Camp Carson,
Colo. Not one has an eighth of an inch
of hair left on his head. Top row. left
to right: Pvt. Harry Layman, Sgt.
Charles Large. Pvts. F r a n k F r y e J r .
and Grady Sanders. Bottom row, left
to right: P v t . Pedro Ribera, Pfc.
Charles Basch, Pvts. F r a n k Horvath
and Noah Amaral. They should all join
the "Hair Corps."
- P f c . CHARIES BASCH
Camp Corson, Co/o.
Dear YANK:
I object to your statement in an edi-
torial (in a May issue of Y A N K ] : the
Germans and Italians ran from Tunisia
"as the Poles ran from Warsaw." T h e
Poles did not run from Warsaw. They
withstood the invasion for three weeks
and did not surrender until their city
was pulverized by the Luftwaffe and
heavy artillery.
- P v t . H. SZAREK
Camp McQuoide, Caiif.
• YANK should • know better. F o r
s t o r y o n P o l i s h fighters, s e e p a g e 10.
Dear YANK:
In your visits to home towns in the
U. S., how about Brooklyn? There's
plenty of boys from Brooklyn in the
services who would like to know about
the different avenues which a r e the
center of all activities.
- P f c . EDWARD CARAVETTO
ryndali field, f l a .
• W e sent a m a n to B r o o k l y n to do
the town last week. H e ' s s o m e w h e r e
between Canarsie and Ebbets Field
w i t h half a c a n t e e n of w a t e r a n d
K r a t i o n s for t h r e e d a y s . If h e g e t s
o u t alive, w e ' l l h a v e a s t o r y for y o u .
Dear YANK:
If it weren't for YANK and its puzzles
I'm sure there would be plenty of Sec-
tion 8s in places like this. (Then again,
maybe I'll get one for walking round
mumbling words, trying to work the
"Tee-Total.")
-Pvt. H. A. O'lEARY
Greenville, Pa.
Dear YANK:
Please quote me clas'sified advertising
rates in t h e YANK, also display rates.
What is the circulation of your paper?
-Pfc. FRANK C. HUDSON
Camp Van Dorn, Miss.
• YANK carries n o advertising; its
c i r c u l a t i o n is r e s t r i c t e d i n f o r m a t i o n
w h i c h w e c a n n o t r e v e a l for s e c u r i t y
reasons. Anybody in t h e United
N a t i o n s a r m e d forces o r m e r c h a n t
marine m a y send a message to a
b u d d y in YANK. YOU send it in, we'll
p r i n t it.
Dear YANK:
Please accept tljanks for your edito-
rial "The Spelling of Democracy." Apple
pie and razzing the Dodgers are, as you
say, pleasant symbols of our objectives,
but I don't know very many people who
would be willing to fight, bleed and die
for such trivial things. T h e more w e
realize how deep-rooted and fundamen-
tal a r e the issues of the war, the more
likely we a r e to devote our whole ener-
gies and abilities to the prosecution of
the w a r . The democracy-is-a-weiner-
roast-at-Aunt Susie's and morale-is-a-
lot-of-little-things lines have been aired
so frequently that it is a pleasure to see
them properly evaluated. It is especially
pleasing that the evaluation should be
made in your columns, so that w e may
remind ourselves, we soldiers, t h a t we
are not knights in armor riding to the
protection of apple pie.
- P v t . GEORGE CONNOR
Fori Riley, Kans,
Dear YANK:
My gripe and that of the rest of the
Dear YANK: fellows stationed h e r e is about all the
I see by the papers that the American strikes that a r e going on in the States.
Legion is soliciting for veterans of this If these m e n don't want to work for
war, and I don't believe it is right. We their country, w h y not give the jobs to
should have our own organization after men like us who a r e willing to work to
this war. When the previous w a r ended get t h e w a r over. What would they do
if the Army, Navy a n d Marines went on
the Spanish-American War Veterans strike for more money?
tried to absorb men from the World War.
but they said nix, and the result was t h e - C p l . GEORGE A. LEAVER, Jr.
present Legion. Twelve million men is a South Caribbean Area
goodly percentage to shape the type of
world we want it to be. We should have Dear YANK:
our own say in the matter, and let's have I a m sending you a picture of the long
our own organization. and short of F o r t Fisher, N. C. On t h e
- P v t . S. BARON left is Pvt. Robins, 46. of New York City,
Atierbury AAF, Columbus, Ind. who is 5 feet % inch tall. T h e m a n on
the right is Pvt. George S. Carlson, 6
feet 8 inches tall, who comes from north-
Dear YANK: ern Minnesota
S/Sgt. Hobart Skidmore's comments
- P v t . GEORGE S. CARLSON
on the V-Mail situation outlined in your
May 21 editorial a r ^ remarkably clear, Camp Davis, N. C.
concise and to the point. Let us hope
that the new regulation does not con-
template permitting newspaper sub-
scriptions to be sent overseas. I've stood
at mail call and seen some man get an
awful armful of papers from his home
town. Perhaps these papers covered a
period of two or three* weeks, accumu-
lated at one of the postal stations along
the line. In 15 minutes he is through
with them. Just picture how many sugar
reports could have gone into that ni^
sack if there had been no papers.
—T/5 HARRY R. DE lONG
Alaska
Dear YANK:
We believe that the letter concerning
the wearing of officers' sun tans by E^'
in Mail Call [in a J u n e YANK] deserves
more than a little c o m m e n t We are
sorry, all of us, for poor S/Sgt. Campbell
and all soldiers who find themselves con-
fronted by such great w a r hazards. We
a r e certain that if h e and others were
allowed to wear their officers' sun tans
we should all walk through the ashes of
the Axis much sooner.
-S/Sgt, JACK J. DEWHURST
Alaska

PAGE 15
 By Cpl. WARREN BLEDSOE
Reprinted from Craig Field (Ala.) Jourital all right."
RICH feminine voice with a strong Virginia
A
Field?"
accent came through the receiver.
"Hello! Hello!" it said. "Is this Craig
"Yes, ma'am," said Pvt. Burns. "This is the
service desk."
"I'm Key-ah-tah Henry Harrison's mother."
"Ma'am?"
"I say I'm Key-ah-tah Henry Harrison's
mother. Can you hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, before you get him to the telephone,
tell me how is Key-ah-tah?"
"Key-ah-tah?"
"Yes, Key-ah-tah, my son."
"I don't think I know him."
"Don't know him?"
"No, ma'am."
"Well, I must say I think that's very peculiar.
When Key-ah-tah went to the Virginia Military
Institute inside of a week everyone on the cam-
pus knew him."
"Well, I'm afraid I don't know him. YANK
"He's there at Craig Field, isn't he?"
"I'll look and see." FICTION
"Do. What's yoah name?"
"I'm the service desk man tonight."
"I know that, honey, but what yoah name?"
"Burns, ma'am, Tom Burns."
"Are you any kin to the Burnses here in Rich-
mond?"
There was a painful silence. Then, "No ma'am,"
said Burns. "My folks live in Alabama."
"Well, they didn't always live in Alabama, did
they?"
"Yes, ma'am, they did."
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Mrs. Harrison.
"Are you an Indian? How interesting! How did
you ever get to be named Burns?"
"My father was named Burns, but I'm n o t . . . . " Field?" asked Mrs. Harrison.
"I'm descended from Pocahontas myself," said
Mrs. Harrison, "but I don't think that really
counts. Are you descended from Pocahontas?
We might be able to call you a Virginian if you
are."
"No, ma'am, I'm not descended from Pocahon-
tas, and I'm not. . . ."
"Well, well, I guess we better not keep chat-
ting like this. It costs money you know. This
is a long-distance call. Get Key-ah-tah to the
phone please."
"What's that name?"
"Key-ah-tah. Key-ah-tah Henry Harrison."
"Would you spell that please?"
"C-a-r-t-e-r."
"Carter?"
"Yes, Key-ah-tah. Cawn't you hyah me?"
"Yes, ma'am. Lemme look now. I don't see
your son's name on our list, ma'am. But we don't
have a complete list on recruits."
"Recruits! You don't consider Key-ah-tah a
rec^?Cijt^ do you? Key-ah-tah went to VMI."
"I've got him here. Yes,
"Call him to the phone."
"I'm sorry. I can't. All the recruits are in bed
for the night."
"Why, it's only half-past 9 o'clock."
"I know, but those boys need their sleep."
"Oh, go along. If they're as big and strong as
Key-ah-tah, they've got no business needing
sleep. You sure I can't speak to Key-ah-tah?"
"'y'es, ma'am."
"Then get me the commanding officer."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid. . . ."
"Don't be afraid of him, honey. I know these
Army officers?"
Burns rang the officer of the day.
"This is Lt. Smith speaking," he heard.
"Lt. Smith," said Mrs. Harrison. "I want to
speak to the commanding officer."
"Who is calling?" asked Lt. Smith.
"This is Mrs. Harrison at the Wigwam."
"Would you repeat that please?"
"I say, this is Mrs. Harrison at the Wigwam.
The Wigwam on the James."
"Is . . . that . . . er, a night club?"
asked Lt. Smith, a trifle puzzled.
"A night club? A night club! It most
certainly is not!"
"It isn't?"
"Do you mean to say you're an officer in the
United States Army and never heard of the
Wigwam on the James?"
"No, ma'am, I haven't."
"Well, it's a house, an old house. Gen. Lee
slept here and Thomas Jefferson and George
Washington, and my father-in-law, Gen. Har-
rison, was a very distinguished general."
"Pvt. Burns," said Lt. Smith, "give this lady
Maj. Fiddlesgift."
"Yes, sir," said Biurns.
He rang the major.
"H'lo," said Maj. Fiddlesgift.
"Is this the commanding officer at Craig
"Speaking for him," said the major.
"Well, this is Mrs. Robert E. Lee Harrison."
"Yes, Mrs. Harrison?"
"I'm calling up about my bow-wee."
"Yes, Mrs. Harrison?"
"I keep wondering if he has a- dry place to
sleep and is getting enough to eat."
"I can assure you, ma'am, if he is at this post,
he is dry and well fed."
"Well, that's fine. What's yoah name?"
"Fiddlesgift, ma'am."
"Stuffy?"
"What?"
"Stuffy? Are you Stuffy Fiddlesgift?"
"No, madam. I am not Stuffy Fiddlesgift."
"I just wondered.' 1 knew Stuffy when he was
going to West Point. I've wondered what became
of him."
"Never having known Stuffy, I couldn't say."
"I thought everyone in the Army knew Stjjffy.
How long have yoii been in the Arr
'Twenty-three years, madam. Is there any-
thing more I can do for you?"
"Why, yes. I'd like to speak to Key-ah-tah."
"Key-ah-tah?"
"Yes, you know. My bow-wee."
"Ask the operator t o ' r i n g the day room of
his squadron.""
"I can't get that Indian of yours to do that."
"Indian?"
"Yes . . . the Indian."
"What Indian?"
"That Indian you have operating the switch-
board."
"Madam, I can assure you we have no Indian
operating any switchboard."
"Well, he told me he was an Indian . . . a full-
blooded Indian. Some of them are quite intelli-
gent, you know. I'm descended from Pocahontas,
but I thought it was peculiar because he said his
name was Burns and. . . . "
"Just a moment," said the major.
He jiggled the receiver.
"Reception desk," said Burns with alacrity.
"Burns?"
"Yes, Maj. Fiddlesgift."
"Did you tell this lady you were an Indian?"
"No, sir."
"She says you did."
"No, sir. I didn't tell her I was an Indian."
"Why, you crazy bow-wee. You know you
did."
"Sir," said Burns. "I told her my folks always
lived in Alabama and she told herself they were
Indians. Then I couldn't. . . . "
"What do you mean," thundered Maj. Fid-
dlesgift, "by carrying on small talk with people
who call up here?"
"I was just being polite," said Burns. "She
asked me where I came from."
y/iBiHE boy's right," chimed in Mrs. Harrison,
I "it was my fault. By the way, you aren't
Corkjt Fiddlesgift, are you?"
"No, madam."
"He used to come here to the Wigwam when
he was at VMI. I've lost track of Corky. I won-
der if he's still in the Army."
"I happen to know Corky, and he is. Yes."
"Well, give him my love when you see him."
"Ah-hem!" said the major.
"Well, I should like to keep chatting, major,"
said Mrs. Harrison, "but it costs money, and
I've got to talk to Key-ah-tah a little bit. How
about getting that Indian of yours to get him
for me?"
"Burns," said Maj. Fiddlesgift, "get Pvt. H a r -
rison for this lady."
"I hope you won't keep him a private forever,
major," said Mrs. Harrison.
' T h a t depends entirely on him," said the ma-
jor, and then a little irritably, "Bums, do you
hear me? Get Pvt. Harrison for this lady."
"Sir," said Burns. "Harrison is a recruit, and
he isn't supposed to come to the phone at this
time of the night."
"It won't hurt him to get up this once," put
in Mrs. Harrison. "And besides. Burns, you
heard what the major said. Do it at once, honey.
Don't you ever hesitate to make my bow-wee
nind, Maj. Fiddlesgift. The first thing a soldier
should know is to obey orders. Burns, where did
_you get your military training?"
"Burns," said the major icily. "Get Harrison
for this lady at once."
' T h a n k you so much, Maj. Fiddlesgift," said
Mrs. Harrison. "Come and see us whenever you
come through Richmond. We're at the Wigwam
on the James. . . ."
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By Sgt. BILL DAVIDSON

YANK Staff Writer
RKADELPHiA, ARK.—There has not been such
a lack of excitement in Arkadelphia since
the Yankees captured the town in 1865,
spiked the one little cannon that sits now in front
of the library and went oflF without perpetrating
the slightest atrocity on the disappointed citizens.
No war industry has come to Arkadelphia.
Ouachita and Henderson State Teachers, the
two colleges which support the town, are stripped
of students and having tough going.
The strict prayer-meeting tradition still rules
—which means no open dancing, no open drink-
ing, no open you-know-what.
There is still the same strange combination of
magnolias, illiteracy, culture, moonshine and
vice. And beautiful furniture brought by steam-
boat from New Orleans before the Civil War.
The hundreds of girls marooned at the two
colleges are without men—except for a handful
of enlisted reserves and the Ouachita divinity
students, whose idea of a date is to take a girl
down to the jailhouse with a small organ and let
her watch while they convert a drunken prisoner.
For a while it looked as if things were going to
pick up when two detachments of Air Force tech-
nical troops arrived at Henderson and Ouachita,
respectively, for ASTP training. Capt. Charles
Hageman, CO of the Ouachita detachment, laid
down the law, however, in his opening speech to
the men. "This is a town of hard-shelled Baptists
and boy-crazy girls," said Capt. Hageman.
"You're here to work—remember that. I'll have
no loafing—especially around the girls' dormi-
tory. And if you hear any whistling, keep your
nose going in the same direction. They'll whistle
at anybody. They even whistled at me."
So that was that. The only way the soldiers
and the gals can get together now is at heavily
chaperoned dances and by Morse-code (with
flashlight) through the dormitory windows.
The town itself is so strongly tied to the two
schools that the two residential districts are
named Henderson and Ouachita, two-thirds of
every class graduating from Arkadelphia High
School goes directly to one or the other of the
two colleges, and Main and Sixth Streets, the

HOME TOWNS IN WARTIME

principal intersection, has one comer for its
Henderson hang-out and the opposite corner for
its Ouachita hang-out.
One way to judge how the town has been
aflfected by the war is to examine the attendance
at major sporting events. Last winter when
Ouachita's Arkansas AAU championship basket-
ball team played the Memphis Naval Cadets, one
of the best teams in the country, the gym was
little more than half filled. There just isn't
anyone around to attend the games any more.
The young men have all been drafted or are
on the verge of leaving. The older men and girls
are going away to work in the new cinnabar
(quicksilver) mines which have opened up in
northern Clark County or in the new Alcoa plant
at Lake Catherine or the huge Janesville and
Pine Bluff ordnance plants. For these same rea-
sons, the crackerjack teams at the Peake Negro
High School have been eliminated,
A lot of the girls are working now in a new
Arkadelphia factory, set up in the old Chrysler
salesrooms and known tantalizingly as the Holly-
wood-Maxwell Brassiere Company. This estab-
lishment makes fancy high-priced brassieres,
some of which are rumored to be worn by the
rriovie stars themselves. The opening was a cause
for great civic celebration, involving speeches,
flowers, refreshments and a special representa-
tive sent down from Little Rock by the governor.
The new plant employs 60 women at fairly good
wages, and the town is highly appreciative. "At
least," says Bill Halliburton, editor of the
Siftings Herald, "we know it is a safe industry
which will not fold up after the war. Women will
always wear brassieres."
Lumber and farming are still the principal
sources of income for the town. There are at
least 20 semi-portable sawmills in the neighbor-
hood (most of them owned by the Sturgis fam-
ARKADIEI.PHIA, Ark
YANK visits another U. 5. commu-
nity to report how it has changed
since Pearl Harbor. Your town
may appear here soon.
ily) and the cutting crews are now earning $2.50
a thousand feet. The unlimited stocks of fine
southern pine hereabouts might make this the
center of the nation's new plastics industry.
Other changes around town have been slight.
Main and Sixth Streets are as bustling as ever.
Sloan's drug store's front showcase displays a
Japanese gas mask sent -back from the Solomons
by Col. Berry. The Royal movie house is packed
every night. Harris' shoe and pawn shop window
is filled with civilian suits purchased from de-
parting soldiers and cans of a special neat's-foot-
oil preparation guaranteed to make precious
shoes last longer.
Mac's Cafe, with its counter, booths and ham-
burgers, is still the place to hang out. The Caddo
Hotel dining room, with its veal cutlets, is still
the place for dinner dates. The Circle Inn, south
on the Texarkana Highway, is the Saturday-night
gathering place for the country kids. Its juke
box plays only hillbilly music, the girls wear
gingham and the boys drink illegal moonshine
and wear overalls. The Co-ed Cafe on Clinton
Street is still up to its old tricks, and the college
kids still congregate at George's, run by a good-
natured, Victorian character named Ma, who is
the mother of the owner of the Co-ed, Ma refuses
to allow dancing on Sunday and reads her cus-
tomers the Scriptures instead. For her own
reading, she alternates the Bible with Modern
Roinances. On the wall there is a sign which
reads: "No drinking allowed in here. If you want
to drink, go home to your wife or mother.—Ma."
Hay rides have taken the place of auto rides.
The Ouachita girls still sneak out to go swim-
ming in the Ouachita River, wearing fur coats
over their bathing suits in the middle of summer.
The beautiful Bluff, overlooking the river, is
still the chief necking place, although not used
quite enough to support a small boy named Joe.
who profitably operated a coke and candy stand
there two years ago. The Park, across from
Henderson, runs the Bluff a close second.
The curbstones all over town are still crooked.
Houses are still heated with natural gas and
•;sweat" on damp days. The high-school lawn
is barren from the tread of a thousand kids who
scrupulously avoid using the sidewalks. Every
time a troop convoy goes through town, old Mrs.
McMillin runs out and serves lemonade to the
MP directing traffic in front of her door. Except
during troop movements. Highway 67 (once
called the Broadway of America) is deserted.
One-third of the town's filling stations are
closed, (Ripley once described Arkadelphia as
having more filling stations per capita than any
other town in the world.)
The chief topic of conversation around town,
outside of the war, is Arkadelphia's big murder
trial last year. It seems that a respectable mar-
ried man, a Government employee named Julian
Kirby Jones, was having an affair with his sec-
retary, Mary Dell Furlow. One day he loaded
the girl on the back of a GI truck and drove oflF
into the woods, where he proceeded to perform
an amateur abortion. In the midst of this, the
girl got hysterical and began to scream. Where-
upon Jones slugged her with the proverbial blunt
instrument, tied her up in chains and threw her
into the Ouachita River. He got life.
The trial made True Detectiwc and outdrew
every prayer meeting in town for a week.

PAGS 17

MASKED BALL. If a a striM Yev couldn't fail to s«« that, even through a gas mask. That* soldion
at Camp Sfonemon, Calif., ore (he victims of fh« idea o/ providing kport ond gas-mask training at
the same time. Tfcey learn how to wear their masks for a long time and to avoid suffocation during
hard exercise. The oniy troubie with this gome was that they couldn't make the noise to go with h.
AAF MASCOT. At Moore Field, Tex.. S/Sgt. Rat-
ford T. Jordan coaxes Gremlin, a young coyote,
out from a plane's cowling with a wrench that
looks, but certainly couldn't smell, like a bono.
TOP KP. This nobie character is 1st Sgt. Sher-
wood H. Standish, who took over some spuds
at Stinson field, Tex., together with other non-
coms, to refoos* some privotos for heavy ttwnmg.
LADY MP. Pvt. Phyllis A. Kelley of Charleston,
W- Va., walks her post at Camp Lejgune, New
River, N. C, where women marines are being
trained.. She won't lake nothing from nebodyl
VETERAN INSTRUCTOR. M/Sgt. Stephen A.
Malloy (right), shown at Sponce field. Go., ex-
plaining the functions ol an airplane part, is
now ill his 22d yoar in the Army's air servico.
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MMEDAL MAN. Carf Hoynes, marine
gunner at San Diego, Calif., holds 419
medals won in more than iOO shoot-
ing contests, both military and civilian.
~ ROOKIE at Fort Sill, Okla.. made
the Army break one of its
own rules on his first day.
Regulations call for a soldier's full name, but
when Sill officials heard that the yardbirds
name was Karl Werner Rudulf Samuel Ben
Jonas Israel Charles Cleve Juelich they settled
lor Charles Cleve Juelich. , . . Sgt. Juan Nash,
who used to be a boxing promoter in South
America, arranges fight cards tor the Camp
Pickett (Va.) Special Service Office. Only now
Nash doesn't get any cut in the box-office takes.
. . . June 1943 is one month T/3 Joe DeCastro
of Fort Devens, Mass.. will never forget. During
its 30 days DeCastro was promoted from private
to his present rank, was awarded the Soldier's
Medal for saving a man's life, was given a 10-
day furlough and got married. . . . Pvt. Thomas
G. FoUiot, Camp Roberts, Calif., can rattle off the
general orders in German, Italian, French, Ser-
bian. Russian, Spanish, Portuguese and English.
. . . The Atlantic City (N, J.) AAF Basic Training
Center led the Second Service Command last spring
in qualifying enlisted men as aviation cadets.
EM of the 5th and 99th Infantry Regiments.
Camp Van Dorn, Miss., built a typical German
TS Ticfce*
A RECENT dispatch from Woshlngfon says that
many deskbound Naval officers yearned for
active duty at sea partly to escape the heat but
mainly to forget the nevir regulotions concerning
uniform chonges.
One of the new regulotions specifies that "gold
stripes on service uniforms must extend only half-
way around the sleeve, but the full stripe must be
worn on dress uniforms," while another sternly
prescribes that "blac-k broid chin straps replace
present gold straps."
Choirborne Army officers in Washington are also
affected by new regulations on uniforms. In addi-
tion to the general ban on fancy laundry and
pressing jobs, some department heads have gone
so for OS to limit summer uniforms for ofTicers to
the regulation sun tans.
"Many officers," the dispatch concludes, "agree
that perhaps Sherman was right."
village during training maneuvers recently.
They even put Nazi names and signs on streets
and buildings, and Der Fuehrer's pictures inside
the windows. Platoons take turns attacking and
defending the place. . . . "If you want to write a
book while you're in the Army," advises A/C
Michael Straight. Nashville (Tenn.) Army Air
Center, "make sure it sells for two bits." Straight
wrote 'Make This the Last War." whicli sells
for $3. "I've had to buy a copy for every ser-
geant and lieutenant I've met in the Army." said
Straight. "It's eating up my profits." . . . Before
Sgt. Edgar Volk, Camp Grant, 111., got in the
Army he made a deal with a friend back home:
The first one drafted would get a buck a week
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STREiT DANCE, 'n a town somewhere in Tennessee, Git give some focv/ b»ll9s a
turn during o resf period in Second Army maneuvers, it's swre proof that no mofter
fcew miicft morciiing he's been fhrovgh, how mvch dwsl he's inhaied or how much
do^ he's (ost, fhe true 61 jitterbug can never be turned irom practicing his art.
from the guy who stayed out. So far Volk has
collected $75 and he doesn't care if his friend
keeps out for the duration. . . . Marine MPs as-
signed to watch over the Waves in training at
Hunter College, N.Y., have formed a club, the
Wavers, with the slogan, "We are the men behind
the women behind the men behind the guns."
The Army Specialized Training Command soon
will send more than 6,000 Negro troops to
Fort Benning, Ga. . . . Pvt. Vincent J. Guarners.
Fort Eustis, Va., can recognize most members of
Congress by sight. He used to be a doorkeeper
for the House of Representatives in Washington.
PLEASURE A N D P A I N . There can't be that much
difference, but that's what it looks fike. One Waac,
at Fort Oes Moines, Iowa, grins and the other, at
Daytona Beach, Fla., groans. Which one is lying?
. . . After Pvt. J. C. Osborn, Gunter Field, Ala.,
invited a sailor buddy who was on furlough to
dinner at his company mess he promised: "One
thing you won't get here will be navy beans."
When they sat down to eat the first dish they
were served—you guessed it—was navy beans.
. . . S/Sgt. Ray Hitchcock, mess sergeant at Fort
Riley, Kans., had just finished baking a pie for
the Post Service Club's pie contest when a tor-
nado brought down the mess-hall roof and
smashed, among other things, the sergeant's pie.
. . . The Cathedral of Learning of the University
of Pittsburgh, Pa., is probably the only cathedral
in the world that has a prophylactic station. It
was installed on the 12th floor when the Army
moved an ASTP unit in the building. . . . Fort
Hamilton, N.Y., celebrated its first all-GI wedding
when Waac Aux. Kay Oleniczak promised to
Pain In The Neck
P VT. Frisco Thomoi showed up for sick call at
Camp Anza, Calif. "What's the trouble?"
asked the doctor. " I got a pain In my neck," com-
plained Thomas. The medics couldn't find anything
wrong with Frisco's neck from the outside, so they
X-rayed, and the X-roy picture showed o foreign
body stuck In the neck bone. The foreign body
proved to be a knife blade 1% inch long. After it
was removed Thomas was asked how the blade got
in his neck. "Damned If I know," he sold.
W H O ' S W H O ? These twins ore both heodquarters drfvors for tho l l t h
Armorod Division at Camp Poiic, La. Th0f ar« (l«H to rigiit, if that heips you
any; Harold and Gerald Kennty "f Canton, Ohio. Aa a matter of fad there is
a difference if you could see it—Harold is about an inch taller than Gerald.
SOCIAL NOTE
Headline in a recent issue of Com-
iminique, weekly n e w s p a p e r at C a m p
Livingstone, La.: "OFFICERS MAY NOW
BATHE WITH NURSES WHEN CHAPERONED."
love, honor and obey Pfc. Joe Yumet.
Cpl. Peter Economy is stationed at Scott Field,
111., but he does not work in the finance office. . . .
Girl civil service workers at the AAF Navigation
School, San Marcos, Tex., elected Sgt. Robert J.
Asp "Post Pin-Up Boy." Then they found out
that Asp was married and an expectant father.
. . . When Pfc. Cecil C. Richards, Fort Jackson, B I G IMONEY- f^. Cyril G. WoHm. shown at
S.C, got a furlough recently, he announced his his /ob in the Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Md.,
intentions of getting married if someone would h NOW fhe U. S. Army's highest-paid privote.
lend him a pair of pants to get home. The report WMi 12 depetHfeitt; be receives $203 a month.
didn't say whether he got the pants. . . . Sgt.
Fred Davis, Camp Davis, N.C., found a crow with
a broken wing. He took the bird to his room, set
her wing and invited her to leave. But the crow
liked Davis so much she wouldn't leave, so now
the sergeant keeps her as a pet. . . . GIs at Stewart
Field, N.Y., received a $1,000 gift to furnish their
day room. The room will be named the Meyer
Levin Room in honor of Sgt. Meyer Levin, Colin
Kelly's bombardier. . . . Sgt. Harry Bradley, a
supply sergeant at Camp Atterbory, Ind., was a
Navy gunner in the first World War. "I joined
the Army this time," complained Bradley, "so I
could see what land fighting was like. So what
do they do? They make me a supply sergeant!"
Pvt. John Samecnik, Miami Beacn Air ttase, fi'la.,
had a tooth extracted from his ear canal. Doctors
explained that the tooth had fallen out while
Samecnik slept and had lodged in his ear canal.
"It was the first time I had a tooth taken out
without opening my mouth," said Samecnik. . . .
Cpl. Hugh Randolph, an MP at Fort William Henry
Harrison, Mont., was sent to a town in Montana
"for the purpose of receiving in custody Pvt.
Ernest Hisbadhorse." . . . At Randolph Field, Tex.,
Boots, the aged bulldog mascot of Randolph
MPs, barked his last bark. He was one of the
most photographed GI mascots in the world. . . .
Maj. Gen. L. R. Fredenall, commanding general
of the Second Army, sent a commendation to
the CO of the 30th Infantry Division Artillery,
Comp Blending, Fla., on "splendid performance"
COURTESY S H O W . This is the way they teach
in completing 12 battalion firing tests without a
mlMoiry tourteiy and discipline of the 4th Regt.
single failure.
HMftV, Camp Mtkeh, Va.—wMt a marienefte
show, rioged and rwn by five former puppeteers.
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.nvw/Wfr i THE POETS CORNERED

Nor all yovr piety artd wH
HOUYWOOD. Bing Crosby will don the sack- Shall lure if back to cancel half a line,
cloth in his next picture. "The Padre," to play Pfc. Omar K., 1st Pyramidal Tent CJo
a singing priest who utilizes his musical talent
to rehabilitate a debt-ridden parish. . . . John
Monks, author of "Brother
Rat," a hit both on the
stage and screen, is a
captain in the Marines FIELD PACK DIRECTIVE
commanding a company Devised by Satan (or was it Poe?). From femmes fatales should soldiers refrain?
at a South Pacific base. This tool of torture is our worst foe. Depends, of course, upon the terrain.
. . . Danny Kaye. who Combining the garrote. the stake and the rack. -Cpl. ROBERT N. MEYERS
debuts in Samuel Gold- And presented to us as the innocent pack. Com/3 Ctaiborna, to,
wyn's "Up In Arms," will
make a two-month tour Harnessed, weighted, strapped and slung.
of recreational centers in One is surely headed for the iron lung. THOUGHTS WHILE SITTING IN A PERS.
the British Isles and This walking depot, • this one-man safari. OFFICE
Africa for Entertainment Will soon be fit to tie—or bury. Pvt, Smith, the last we heard.
National Services Asso- To far-off Bali was trfd.
ciation, Inc., the British Please don't construe this as complaint.
Etldi« Cantor eauivalent of our USO. 'Tis merely a plea, in voice grown faint. And to a local Bali maid
. . . Eddie Cantor will make a triple contribution Heed this crying need, this woeful lack, Most marked attentions Smitty pd.
to his next, "Show Business." He will act, col- Of a motorized, mechanized, self-propelled This gal was pretty. Shapely? Very!
laborate on the script and make his debut as a pack. But motives strictly mon.
producer. . . . William P. (Hiker) Joy. assistant —IM. EDWARD BAYER She wore no stockings, wore no garters.
on the late Maj. Frank Cavanaugh's football Fort Robinson, Nmbr. Was awfully bare in certain qrs.
coaching staff at Holy Cross and Fordham, went
to Hollywood as technical adviser for "The Iron DISCHARGES But suddenly w/out permission
Major" and wound up playing himself in the film, There's a Section VIII and a CDD Smith's family had a new add.
which portrays the life of the man who was at For the sick and the mentally poor. A tan and white 8-pound descendent—
once one of the country's great football coaches If I had my way there'd be one A Balinese CI A dep.
and a hero of the first World War. . . . Irene For the guys with a GI snore.
Dunne returns to funmaking in Columbia's "Road For just a moment's rec.
-T/S RALPH AlUN
to Yesterday " after several serious roles. He shells out cash for the dur.
Fori Ord, Coin.
For he who's tempted by a beauty
COAST TO COAST. Margie Hart, who put her Must pay for what's N L D,
PVT.
G-string aside for more clothes and dramatic - C p l . JOHN W . OONAHEY
roles, has quit "Cry Havoc" to take her own You can talk about amoebae. f o r * Jaclcson, S. C.
vaudeville unit. "Bombshells of 1943," on a Or whatever you elect.
nation-wide tour, opening The lowly protozoa SONNET FOR MARGIE ANN
in Boston Aug. 1. . . . A Really earns profound respect.
revival of "The Drunk- I ask: In the maelstrom yet to come.
ard" will feature the There's a one-celled hairy monster. When by the rushing tides I am hurled
reopening of Seattle's Paramecium., by name: To twist from dark to dark, from dumb to
Rivoli Theater, one-time You'll find him venerated dumb,
burlesque house, as a In the Science Hall of Fame. Alone and breathless in a turning world,'
lavein-thealei. . . . Mitzi You can throw in all the microbes. In those quick moments when 1 t r y to hold
Green, who impersonated Wherever you may tramp; Myself in changing balance, uselessly
movie celebrities as a child Struggling for retention in the mold
star in moving pictures, is I can go you one step lower Of what I am, and what I want to be:
being headlined at Chi- Without stepping out of camp. Then let the swirl of happenings subside.
cago's Chez Paree. . . . And I can prove it by my looey And I will cast far, far into memory
Variety reports that the That my candidate is champ. For a lake, and a walk and evening's tide.
Margie Hart
City Council of Rich- • Go on, name all the old bacteria And you in the sunlight, and you with me:
mond, Calif., the boom- With which the world is rife. But when the pause of memory is done.
mg shipbuilding center across the bay-from San But the jerk they call the private My hands will clench around my heated gun.
'Francisco, has vetoed swing-shift dances there Is the lowest form of life. - P v l . PERRY WOIFF
because of complaints of citizens who devote thai - P v t . HENRr B. WEISBERG Fort f u l f i l , Va.
part of the night to sleeping. . . . Denver's Elitch Camp W a / / o c e , Tex.
Summer Theater opens with the Philip Barry
play, "Without Love." . . . Omaha and Los An-
geles theaters, as a curb to juvenile delinquency,
^have declared a curfew, children under 15 being
refused admission after 8 P.M. . . . Philadelphia's
Brookline Country Club, where name bands once
TEE-TOTAL Mi:i».uoiii»s
played, is disturbed these summer evenings only
by the noise of GI snores; the Army has taken AKE the word THING, add K, unscramble and what n e w
it over as barracks for a Signal Corps outfit. . . .
H
ERE'S a chance to w i n one of YANK'S big Puzzle
Kits, which will be given as prizes to GI->
T word do you get? Answer: KNICHT.
Reporting on the bands: "Tommy Dorsey, who (and that includes all branches of the service In this puzzle y o u begin at the top with a two-letter
promoted Dick Haymes and Frankie Sinatra into —Navy, Coast Guard, etc.! who submit the highest word, and at each step add one letter and unscramble to
scores on this puzzle. If y o u haven t iarm a new w o r d ^ a s in the example above. Except, we're
stardom, plans the same kind of campaign for i tried this w o i d ganie before, stait not telling y o u what letter to add; that's part of the prob-
Betty Brewer, his latest discovery; she is the first r now. lem. But definitions are given as clues. The solution is on
girl to get feature billing with the Dorsey unit. Simpl.v fill the diagram with three t>age 22.
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Russ Morgan is playing New York's Roxy after I. good English woids. No proper nouns fi- 1. Male parent
I that rules out names of persons oi fe 1 2. Mimic
a long stay at the Edgewatei Beach in Chicago. places). If .vbu'ie in doubt about a —
Roy Eldridge, star trumpeter with Gene Krupa's 1 3. Crown of head
band, is forming his own unit now that Music
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spelling, check it in a "Webstei s
Collegiate Dictionary "or use anothei 3 4. Binds with narrow-
word. strips
Corporation of America has decided to disband Add up the numt>er values of the 16 letters y o u 4 5. Most suitable
Gene's group. have used, giving each letter its value as shown 6. Vessels for tea
on tile Chan below. The idea is to use words which 5
b 7. All that meat and
have letters of high value, IN ADDINC VOUR SCORE no !
< 111:4 K i : i l MHATIXiiV COUNT EACH LITTER ONLY ONCE.
A sample work-out is shown here, with a score 7 8. B o n e m a n i p u l a t o r
of lyo. Can y o u t>eat that par? (no dicet
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YANK The Army Weekly • JULY 2 3

Genius at W o r k LINES ON LOVE

The greatest loves in history
/ / t j E R E ' s the sei-up, Charley. This guy is a Were interesting a n d varied.
^ 1 traveling salesman and the babe sells But the ones who lived those dreams

I <OST
encyclopedias on the road. Now let's take the Are now long dead and buried.
guy first. He's a smooth-looking article. Makes Can it be that modern youth
about 25 Gs a year selling ladies' lingerie. Loves at such a frantic pace
Now get this, Charley. He's got a passion. No, it There's no time for sentiment,
ain't dames. It's steaks! He's nuts about steaks;
any kind — porterhouse, T-bone, sirloin, filet For lavender and old lace?
mignon. The reason he travels is not because of Beatrice and Dante,
the 25 Gs he makes. It's really because the guy Napoleon and his Jo,
is huntin' for the perfect steak, sort of a Diogenes
or something.
"Now the dame sells books for a hobby, see?
When she went to college she took a course in
vitamins given by a prof who was a vegetarian.
This prof made a pass at her and she became
! CHANGE
::TM« f«$ lExchange, lik* YANICtottrff,b wkki
Made the grade in Romanee
Because they took it slow.
Tristan and Isolde,
And Hero and Leander,
Took their loves in second gear
And let them just meander.
strictly a meat eater with a terrific yen for steaks. Apkja tv'ymi. Ssml your carleont, poems and
"Now get this, Charley. Two people looking for When thinking of these loves of old
alD(lM ft The Post Exchaime, YANK, Tho Armt. No wonder I'm forlorn,
the perfect steak. It's a natural! See what I
mean? , . Wi|^^3irs Ea«t 4U StrMt, NinrYoift 17, N.Y. For 1943's affairs
"Here's the climax. It's terrific! The guy is in a H.^Htr'^ieontribiition iiii««M ih* ^^IMHI, y«« Are strictly full of com.
Salt Lake City chop house which is noted for w4ll>M|liii» YANK'* spockA i» knm M{Mlion I have a plan I'd like to try,
steaks. He's waiting for his order when his eyes > lJi|h,,ih^.:wiii inspire a ntere craofive meed. If only you'd approve:
light on a snappy lookin' chick. While he's mus- Let's introduce our hearts again
ing 'over her charms the garcon brings her a And get them in t h e groove.
steak. Now get this, Charley. From where he sits
the guy sees that this is the perfect steak he's IT AIN'T TRUE If only I possessed your heart
been lookin' for. He gets up and walks over to At a recent convention of American furniture manufacturers it
As you do mine—who knows?
the steak, I mean the babe, and sits down at her was announced tfiot returning soldiers will prefer sleeping in We might make history's greatest loves
table. 'Ain't I seen you before some place?' he single beds.—News it«m Look strictly Major Bowes.
- S / S g t . T O M PULIIAM
says like Cary Grant. She looks u p at him and Though we honor your sincerity
New Guinea
says she doesn't think they ever met. And doubt not your intention,
"Meantime he tells the waiter to bring his or- We're sure you all were filled with dope
der to the babe's table. When his steak is p u t in At your lately held convention.
front of him, the babe's eyes open wide, because Was it coke or marijuana
to her the steak the guy gets is her idea of the That caused you guys to say
perfect steak. That a soldier likes to solo
"Now get this, Charley. She wants his steak When each night he hits the hay?
and he wants hers. Sort of a O'Henry situation.
The guy gets an idea. He asks her to dance. She We're used to crowding in a plane
likes the idea because when she sits down again And cramming in a jeep,
she can switch places with the Moe. But this is But a bed's a different matter—
exactly what he's got in mind! Terrific, ain't it? And we won't go there to sleep.
"After the dance is over, she runs and sits Gentlemen, take this good advice
down in his. chair. He don't say nothin' 'cause And tell your corporations
that's what he wants. He sits down in her chair That we will want plenty of room
and they start to eat. While they eat, they don't For offensive operations.
say much but keep lookin' at each other and fall -Sgt. W . M A X SCHERER
in love—like that! After that it's one merry New Gi/inea
round of love, kisses and steaks. J>, •^n*.iSttii^i'^'^
AAf
"Well, what do you think, Charley? First we LATRINE
could run it like a serial in the Saturday Evening Soldier's forum.
Post and then publish it like a book. We should Sans decorum.
oughta make at least 50 grand on the deal. It's Miami Beach Training Base, fla
- C p l . S. p. G R A P M A N
—Pvf. Henry S. Sylyerson, BTC, Fresno, Calif.
the greatest. . . . "
"Okay, youse guys. Cut the chatter and back to
peelin' them spuds. Think this is a sewing circle?
Get back to peelin' or you'll be here the whole So You're Going on a Furlough
week."
"Don't get excited, Sarge, we're peelin'. . . .
What do ya think, Charley. Maybe MGM would
buy the movie rights!"
- S j t . lARRY LOWENSTEIN
JeHerson Barracks, Mo.

QUICKIE
After years of waiting
Through all the fight and fuss,
When this war is over
I'll be Private Emeritus.
- P v t . HAROLD f. KIERC£
Alaska
HE first step, of course, is to get the furlough.
T That is easy. Simply walk into the' orderly
room, seize the first sergeant by the collar and
meal at home, a banquet complete except for
meat, potatoes, butter, sugar, coffee and a few
other rationed incidentals. After a few mouth-
MZ3MMK. loudly demand 10 days. Your leisure hours in the
guardhouse should be spent planning the happy
fuls, the cold porridge is snatched away, and the
family settles down for the siege known as t h e
!•»•;.•- ' ' v
days ahead. Upon your release in six montJhs, Furlough Inquisition or the GI Quiz.
STEP-WORDS >• your furlough papers will be ready, as regula- You have completed your third detailed de-
CHECKER STRATEGY pA tions provide for semi-annual leaves of absence scription of Army routine and are patiently ex-
White m o v e s 26 to 22. A P E "for the purpose of travel, healthful recreation, plaining to little Willie that latrine orderlies are
Black takes 23 to 16. and diversion." not eligible for flying pay, when suddenly you
. . . White pitches 15 to P A T E 1. Travel. Purchase a round-trip ticket for Frog collapse. Disgustedly, the family drags you to
11. Black takes either 8
to 15 or 16 to 7. It T A P E S Level, or wherever your home town happens to bed—on the living-room sofa. Your room has
doesn't matter w h i c h . be. Unless, naturally, you live in Brooklyn, in been rented to a defense worker for the duration..
, . . White slips 14 to 17.
Black j u m p s 5 to 14. . . .
A P T E IS. T which case your ticket should read Seattle, which On the sixth day you regain consciousness. The
White j u m p s 17 to 10 to T E AP o S T is as far from Brooklyn as it is possible to go. doctor announces you may live. You a r e still too
3 to 12^-or 17 to 10 to 19 On the train every seat will be occupied, as sev- weak to leave the house, so the local news is r e -
to 12. depending on how
Black's pieces lie.
P o T A X OE S eral other guys have also heard about furloughs. layed to you by Willie. You learn t h e poolroom
Look 'em over now. 0 S TE o P A H| T You won't mind standing in the aisle for a day or has been converted into an air-raid shelter; the
and you'll see that, so, since this will result in a complicated case of old gang has been wiped out by the draft board;
t h o u g h White's still a varicose veins, eventually causing reclassification your girl has gotten herself engaged to a welder
c h e c k e r shy, the game's in the bag. WHITE WINS. to limited service. who has been showing her a time-and-a-half
TEE-TOTAL PUZZLE At Frog Level you will be greeted by a group during your absence.
Omitted from last w e e k ' s list of Tee-Total w i n n e r s (for
of surly MPs and a driving rain. (I think there is. On the seventh day you slink back into camp
contest in issue of J u n e 11) w e r e Sgt. A. A. Hill. A r m y an Army regulation authorizing driving rains and plead with the mess sergeant to be allowed
Airdrome, Van Kuys, Calif, (score of 399). and Pvt, Robert during furloughs.) Your home is two miles from to spend the remaining furlough time in the
C. Riedmeyer, Fort Riley, Kans. (383). the station through swampland, and of course kitchen. The mess sergeant, who was once on a
you forgot to bring your raincoat. But you strike furlough himself, will understand. He will not
out on foot into the storm, which brings you to refuse.
PHOTO CREDITS: Cover—Stt. Dave Ricktrdsra. 2—Unrer mi lawer 2. Healtltful Recreation. The less said about If you hear of any talk tjf a proposed plan to
left, Sgt. Al Hiiw: ofhen. OWI. 3—PA. 4—U. 8. S I l M l Corn. 3—Sit.
John Bushemi. 8 L 9—Cpl, Ben SehiMll. tO—Sit. Steve Derry, 12 & 13— healthful recreation the better. abolish the furlough and substitute three weeks
Sal, Pete Paris. Id—U»per left. Cam* Stonemaa (Calif.) PRO; ufftt 3. Diversion. You float into the house drenched of K P in its place, ignore it. Another latrine ru-
ritht. Acme: center left. Moore Field (Te>.) PRO: center rifM. I N P :
lower left. Stinson Field (TeK.) PRO; lower left. AAF. Spemc Field, 6a. to your dog tags, looking like a wirephoto of the mor, and nothing but wishful thinking.
IS—U»>er right and left. WW: center left, OWI; center right. I N P : lower last man off the Yorktown. Quivering with in- - S g t . HERMAN STEIN
right. Camg Pickett (Va.) PRO. 20—2(Mh Cenlorjf-Fox. 21—Unper, WW;
lower, Acme. 23—UMer. Sit. Dick Hanley; lower, PA. cipient pneumonia, you sit down to your first AAF, Grayelly Point, D. C.

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YANK rhe Army Weekly • JULY 23

CAMP ROBERTS IS GLAD THAT

KOVACS WENT TO AUSTRALIA
By Sgt. DAVE RICHARDSON

OMEWHERE IN AUSTRALIA—A y e a r ago the during which h e harassed t h e mess sergeant

S A r m y took a tennis racket away from

F r a n k Kovacs and gave him a gun. But
when Kovacs arrived in Australia as an in-
fantryman, an officer took one look at his
backhand grip on the musket, grabbed the
deadly weapon away from him and gave him
back t h e racket.
In fact, the officer handed Kovacs not only
a racket, but also baseball bats, boxing gloves,
footballs, golf clubs and just about every-
thing else in the line of sports equipment.
Which is how the Clown P r i n c e of tennis
landed his present assignment as director of
athletics at a big replacement center, and as
a corporal, mind you.
If you thought Kovacs was a screwball on
the tennis court just because he t h r e w rackets
away, sat d o w n after high lobs or argued
with t h e u m p i r e as vehemently as a Brooklyn
Dodger, you should h e a r of his Army career.
It all started the day h e was drafted. When
t h e clerk asked his occupation, Kovacs r e -
plied, "Tennis clown." When the doctors in-
quired w h e t h e r he had any physical defects,
F r a n k answered, "Yes, I find it h a r d to reach
Don Budge's cannonball serve." And when
the personnel interviewer requested informa-
tion about his favorite hobby, he was met
with this reply: "Throwing five tennis balls
into the air a t once on a serve and scoring
an ace with one as my opponent watches the
others."
Despite such answers, Kovacs was inducted
and shipped to C a m p Roberts, Calif., for basic
infantry training. In just two weeks his pla-
toon sergeant developed a definite dislike for
the Clown Prince.
•'He just didn't like tennis," explains F r a n k .
"Craps was his game."
But then again, maybe the sergeant didn't
like Kovacs because he walked into the CO's
office after a few days in the Army and d e -
manded a 10-day furlough. The CO bawled
out the sergeant for allowing Kovacs to come
within 50 y a r d s of his office.
When his outfit took part in a parade,
Kovacs was made acting squad leader because
of his height. Trees lined the p a r a d e ground,
and as the outfit wheeled around in front of
the inspecting colonel, F r a n k decided his
squad would have more room marching on
the outside of the trees. Result: the p a r a d e
looked more like a skirmish line t h a n a
parade.
On top of this, Kovacs went to the P X one
day instead of r e p o i t i n g to a truck that" was
to take his outfit on a field bivouac. F r a n k ' s
punishment for this was a full week's K P ,
by saving the potato peels and throwing a w a y
the spuds, spilling k e t c h u p in a rice p u d d i n g
and tossing china plates at fellow K P ' s as
he hollered "Surprise!"
"Because I had d e m o n s t r a t e d such initia-
0f^- tive in training," Kovacs declares with pride,
" C a m p Roberts lost no time in shipping me
overseas w h e r e I could be of m o r e v a l u e -
to Camp Roberts."
As yet, none of F r a n k ' s A r m y horseplay
has come u p to some of his t e n n i s - c o u r t antics.
The biggest b l u n d e r of his life took place
when he had t h e u m p i r e removed for favor-
N^=-
itism in officiating at the Seabright (N. J.)
Invitational T o u r n a m e n t — only to discover
later t h a t the u m p i r e was president of
the Seabright Tennis Club. And the Clown
Prince's most embarrassing m o m e n t occurred
d u i i n g his National Championship final match
with Bobby Riggs at Forest Hills, L. I., in
1941, when a certain very important set of
buttons on his p a n t s flew open. T h e h u g e
throng roared with laughter as Kovacs b u t -
toned up in the shelter of Riggs' back.
Although Kovacs never won a major t o u r -
n a m e n t because of his love for horseplay, he
was second so often h e felt like the best m a n
at a wedding. Joining the pro r a n k s six
months before induction, he played dozens
of matches all over the country against Don
Budge, Bill Tilden, Fred P e r r y , Bobby Riggs
and Gene Mako. At the end of the tour he
was, of course, second a g a i n ^ - t h i s time to
Budge.
When the U. S. A r m y finally marches into
Tokyo, Kovacs hopes to be in on t h e kill. He
played tennis in J a p a n a few y e a r s ago with
a touring American team. Because he won
his first seven matches, h e found himself very
unpopular with the J a p s . One day, however,
the J a p s gave him too m u c h saVie before a
match and h e lost. Immediately he became
a h e r o with the J a p s , who t h r e w him a h u g e
banquet.
"Those J a p s can't stand to lose," F r a n k
says. "They had to dope me to beat m e . "

HEN A/C Johnny Pesky was 13 years old

W and batboy for Portland in the Pacific
Coast League, he was always wrapped up
in some heavy hero worship for one ballplayer
or another. Two of his first idols wera Bobby Do«rr,
San Diego's second baseman, and Lou Finn«y, who
played the outfield for Portland. He thought Doerr
was the greatest infielder he had ever seen, and
there wasn't enough he could do for his hero.
Johnny used to shine his shoes, run his errands
and sea that he was treated with the respect due
a great player. Doerr liked the kid and gave him
an old glove for his trouble. Last year when
Johnny came up to play shortstop for Boston, he
still had the old glove Bob had given him, and
he never quite got over the thrill of playing on
the .-iame team with his idols, Finney and Doerr.
Pesky is now learning to fly for the Navy, and
he has already got himself a new hero, Capt.
Joe Foss, the marine who knocked down 26 Japs.
The chances are, when Johnny starts to shoot
up a few Japs for himself, he will never lose his
great respect for Joe Foss, either.
YANK'S correspondents tell us that henceforth
Iceland's GI athletic champions will compete in
the ETO play-offs in England and North Ireland.
. The first sergeant at the Army Exchange
School, Princeton, N. J., is Dove Smuckler, the
old Temple fullback. . . . Johnny Goodman, for-
Copf. Hank Greenberg (right) stopped off long
enough on hii insoecffon four for the AAF to work
ouf wrfh Detroit and talk to his old manager, Oet
Baker, now coach of the Cleveland Indians.
mer national open and amateur golf champion,
and Rodney Bliss, five times Nebraska State golf
champ, were inducted together at Fort Cook,
Nebr. .. . Joe Kilgrow, Alabama's great back of
a few years ago, was convmissioned a lieutenant
in New Guinea for outstanding leadership under
fire. His antiaircraft gang downed four Zeros
in one raid. . . . In the same recruit detachment
at Fort EiiStis, Va., are four members of the Holy
Cross football team which last fall upset mighty
Boston College, 55 to 12. The four: Bob Sullivan,
fullback; Ray Ball, quarterback; Johnny Bezemes,
halfback, amd Bill Swiacki, end. . . . Cpt. Billy Conn
wears an MP arm band at Camp Campbell, Ky.
In his last fight as a civilian, Cpl. Ray Robinson
flattened Sgt. Jackie Wilson in three rounds. A
few days later, Robinson found himself in the
same barracks with Wilson at Mitchel Field,
N. Y. . . . In the same week at different flying
fields. It. Henry Mazur, one of West Point's great-
est football captains, and It. Joe Bartletl, Georgia
Tech halfback and shot-put champion, had sim-
ilar accidents while flying their fighter planes in
training. Both lost control of their ships and
had to bail out. But before they could puU the
rip cords of their parachutes, each was hit by
the tail of his plane. Mazur was only swiped on
the leg and was able to pull his rip cord in time.
Bartlett never had a chance.

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